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NATIONAL  H 

ORIGINAL   AND    SELECTED  ; 

FOR   THE    USE    OF    THOSE 
WHO   ARK 

"SLAVES  TO  NO  SECT." 
BY  ABNER  KNEELAND. 


STEREOTYPE     EDITION. 

BOSTON  : 
PUBLISHED   BY  J.  P.  MENDUM. 

1870. 


Entered  according  to  an  Act  of  Congress,  in 
the  year  1334,  By  Abner  Kneeland,  in  the 
Clerk's  Office  of  the  District  Court  of  Massa- 
?husetts. 


N?I. 
NATIONAL  HYMNS. 


I.— 6  /.  L.  M. 

Truth  the  best  Ground  of  Fortitude. 

1  A  conscious  fortitude  sustains 

The  heart  of  him  who  guile  disdains  : 
Firm  on  a  rock  his  faith  he  builds, 
Which  to  no  storm  or  tempest  yields  ; — • 
He  builds  on  Truth,  whence  every  joy 
Is  lasting,  free  from  all  alloy. 

2  Shall  servile  imitation's  smile, 
Us  of  this  fortitude  beguile  ? 
And,  led  by  custom,  vision's  prize, 
While  truth  seems  little  in  our  eyes  ? 
It  must  not  be,  vain  dreams  be  gone  ! 
Oh  !  give  us  Truth,  and  Truth  alone. 

3  'Tis  Truth  from  error  purifies  ; 
While  vice  but  borrows  error's  guise  ; 
With  dazzling  show  to  lure  the  sight, 

And  make  what's  wrong  seem  what  is  right  ; 
But  Truth  and  Virtue  seek  no  aid, — 
Both  best  in  "native  worth"  array'd. 

II.— C.  M. 

Sunday, 
So  called  from  the  ancients  who  worshipped  the  Sun. 

1  Again  the  harbinger  of  light 
Awakes  the  kindling  ray, 
Unseals  the  eyelids  of  the  morn, 
And  pours  increasing  day. 


2  NATIONAL    HYMNS.  [NO.    I. 

2  O  what  a  night  was  that  which  wrapp'd 

The  human  mind  in  gloom  ! 
0  what  a  sim  which  breaks  this  day 
From  superstition's  doom  ! 

3  This  day  be  grateful  thanks  express'd, 

And  loud  hosannas  sung  ; 
Let  gladness  dwell  in  every  heart, 
And  joy  on  every  tongue. 

4  Ten  thousand  differing  lips  will  join 

To  hail  this  happy  morn, 
'Twill  scatter  blessings  far  and  wide 
To  nations  yet  unborn. 

0  Reason,  the  friend  of  human  kind, 

Long  banish'd  from  her  throne, 
Has  burst  the  veil  of  gloomy  night, 
And  claims  us  as  her  own. 

6  No  more  let  pride  and  angry  priests 
Beguile  the  sons  of  men  : 
Let  reason  guide  our  footsteps  all, 
And  none  shall  dare  condemn. 

Ill— L.  M. 

Good  Resolutions. 

1  Ah  !  wretched  minds,  who  still  remain 
Mere  slaves  to  superstition's  din  ! 

A  nobler  toil  may  I  sustain, 
A  nobler  satisfaction  win. 

2  I  would  resolve  with  all  my  heart, 
With  all  my  powers  true  peace  pursue  , 
Nor  from  these  precepts  e'er  depart, 
Which  have  the  good  of  man  in  view. 


NO.  I.]  NATIONAL    HYMNS. 

3  0  be  this  service  all  my  joy  ! 
Around  let  my  example  shine, 

Till  others  love  the  blessed  employ, 
And  join  in  labours  so  sublime. 

4  Be  this  the  purpose  of  my  heart, 
My  solemn,  my  determined  choice, 
To  ever  act  the  virtuous  part, 
And  in  the  ways  of  truth  rejoice. 

5  O  may  I  never  faint  nor  tire, 

Nor  wander  from  these  sacred  ways  ; 
For  virtue  is  my  heart's  desire, 
To  fill  the  remnant  of  my  days. 

IV.— C.  M. 

Prospect  of  Happy  Days. 

1  Ah  !  shall  we  see  that  glorious  day, 

When,  throned  on  mercy's  brow, 
The  truth  shall  rend  that  veil  away, 
Which  binds  the  nations  now  ? 

2  When  earth  no  more  with  anxious  fear 

In  discontent  shall  sigh  ; 
But  guilt  shall  cease,  and  every  tear 
Be  wiped  from  every  eye. 

3  The  race  of  man  no  more  shall  mourn, 

Bound  down  in  error's  chain, 
Sweet  innocence  will  then  return, 
And  all  be  well  again. 

4  The  fount  of  life  shall  then  be  quatT'd 

In  peace  by  all  who  come  ; 
And  every  wind  that  blows  shall  waft 
Some  wandering  mortal  home. 


4  NATIONAL    HYMNS.  [NO.    I 

V.— L.  M. 

The  Rational  Sabbath. 

1  Another  six  days'  work  is  done, 
Another  sabbath  is  begun  : 
Improve,  my  mind  !  the  social  rest, 
And  learn  for  ever  to  be  blessed. 

2  This  day  may  our  devotions  rise, 
A  willing  offering,  to  the  skies  ; 
May  love  that  peace  of  mind  bestow, 
Which  none,  but  those  who  feel  it,  know 

3  This  social  calm  within  the  breast, 
Prepares  for  future  days  of  rest, 
Which  for  the  sons  of  peace  remains, 
To  ease  from  cares,  to  solace  pains. 

4  With  joy  the  paths  of  life  we  view, 
In  varied  scenes  both  old  and  new  ; 
With  praise  we  think  on  pleasures  past, 
In  hope  we  future  prospects  taste. 

5  In  cheerful  duties  let  the  day, 

In  cheerful  pleasures  pass  away  : 
The  various  virtues  which  we  praise 
Prepare  our  minds  for  future  days. 

VI— L.  M. 

Truth  our  Shepherd  and  Guardian. 

1   As  the  good  shepherd  gently  leads 
His  wandering  flocks  to  verdant  meads, 
Where  winding  rivers,  soft  and  slow, 
Amid  the  flow'ry  landscape  flow  ; 


NO.  I.]  NATIONAL    IIYM  5 

2  So  truth,  the  guardian  of  our  race, 
Does  all  my  erring  steps  embrace  : 
When  lost  in  doubt's  perplexing  maze, 
It  brings  my  feet  to  virtue's  ways. 

3  Tho'  I  should  journey  through  the  plains 
Where  death  in  all  its  horror  reigns, 
My  steadfast  heart  no  ill  shall  fear, 
For  honest  truth  is  with  me  there. 

4  The  aid  of  truth,  in  Providence, 
Is  my  support  and  my  defence  : 
With  thee  I  am  of  all  possess'd, 
And  in  thy  light  am  truly  bless'd. 

5  Of  truth  sincere  !  my  future  days 
Shall  be  devoted  to  thy  praise  ; 
And  in  this  house,  thy  sacred  name 
And  wondrous  light  shall  be  my  theme. 

VII—  L.  M. 

Opening  of  Public  Service. 

1  At  the  broad  portals  of  this  house, 
O  may  we  leave  all  passion's  fires  ! 
Let  nobler  thoughts  employ  our  vows, 
In  songs  of  praise  and  fond  desires. 

2  For  pure  and  humble  hearts  alone, 
With  honest  minds  the  truth  to  seek, 
E'er  find  acceptance  at  the  throne 
Where  innocence  and  virtue  meet. 

3  Those  hapless  men,  whose  footsteps  stray 
Far  from  the  paths  of  sweet  accord  ; 

O  virtue  !  teach  the  better  way, 
And  to  their  feet  thy  light  afTord. 
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6  NATIONAL    HYMNS.  [*NO.  I. 

VIII— L.  ML 

Personal    Virtues 

1  Awake,  my  mind  !  rouse  every  power, 
Thy  native  dignity  display  : 

Let  lust  and  passion  reign  no  more, 
No  longer  own  their  lawless  sway. 

2  Thy  temper  meek  and  humble  be, 
Content  and  pleas'd  with  every  state  ; 
From  dire  revenge  and  envy  free, 
And  wild  ambition  to  be  great. 

3  Confine  thy  roving  appetites  ; 

From  baneful  pleasures  turn  thine  eyes  ; 
Fix  them  on  those  sublime  delights, 
Reserv'd  for  such  as  virtue  prize. 

4  With  eager  zeal  pursue  that  prize  ; 
Each  fleeting  hour  of  life  improve  : 
This  course  will  speak  thee  truly  wise, 
And  raise  thee  to  the  seats  of  love. 

IX—  C.  M. 

Generosity. 

1  Bless'd  is  the  man  whose  gen'rous*heart, 

With  kind  affection  glows  ; 
Who  seeks  to  heighten  human  bliss, 
And  lessen  human  woes. 

2  Whose  ready  hand  assists  the  poor, 

His  hapless  lot  to  bear  ; 
Who  visits  oft  the  mourner's  door, 
The  lone  retreat  to  cheer 


VO.  J.]  NATIONAL    HYMNS.  7 

3  Who  guides  the  steps  of  giddy  youth 

Through  mirth's  deluded  maze, 
And  warns  them  of  the  thorns  unseen. 
Which  strew  false  pleasure's  ways. 

4  No  unrelenting  feelings  harsh, 

His  tender  bosom  knows  ; 

But  to  repentant,  contrite  sighs, 

A  mild  forgiveness  shows. 

5  His  heart  in  native  goodness  warm  ; 

Enrich'd  with  pure  delight, 
Sees  all  existence  smile  around, 
Enraptur'd  at  the  sight. 

X—  C.  M. 

Friendship. 

1  Come,  friendship  !   come  endearing  theme  ! 

Our  hearts  with  love  inspire  : 
O  come  !  and  through  each  bosom  here 
Diffuse  thy  generous  fire. 

2  Come  !  double  all  the  joys  of  life, 

And  lessen  all  its  woes  : 
Come  !  heal  the  painful  wounds  of  strife — 
Make  friends  of  former  foes. 

3  Come  !  soften  those  corroding  pangs, 

Which  rise  from  inward  grief; 
Pour  balm  into  the  bleeding  heart, 
And  bring  thy  kind  relief. 

4  0  Friendship  !  spread  thy  influence  sweet, 

O'er  all  the  humankind, 
And  in  the  bonds  of  cordial  love 
Do  thou  all  nations  bind  ! 


8  NATIONAL    HYMNS.  [NO.  I. 

XL— S.  M. 

The  Pleasures  of  Virtue. 

1  Come,  ye  who  virtue  praise  ! 
And  let  your  joys  be  known  ; 

Join  in  a  song  with  cheerful  lays, 
And  make  your  pleasures  one. 

2  The  sorrows  of  the  mind 

Be  banished  from  this  place  ! 
For  virtue  never  was  desisn'd 
To  make  our  pleasure's  less. 

3  For  virtue  is  a  friend, 
Who  no  just  good  denies  ; 

And  tho'  life's  scenes  with  us  shall  end, 
Yet  virtue  never  dies. 

4  Then  wear  an  honest  face, 
And  never,  never  sin  ; 

But  from  the  fount  of  virtue's  grace 
Drink  purest  pleasures  in. 

5  The  sons  of  peace  around, 
The  sweetest  pleasures  know  : 

Ambrosial  fruits,  on  wisdom's  ground, 
From  honest  hearts  may  grow. 

6  Then  let  our  sorrows  cease, 
And  every  tear  be  dry  ; 

We're  travelling  thro'  the  paths  of  peace, 
And  in  those  paths  we'll  die. 


NO.   I.]  NATIONAL    HYMNS. 

XII—  C.  M. 

Power  of  life  and  motion. 

1  Eternal  Wisdom,  God  of  love  ! 

"We  own  thy  sovereign  power  : 
That  power  by  which  all  nature  moves, 
We  witness  every  hour. 

2  We  neither  see  nor  comprehend, 

In  what  thy  power  consists  ; 

Nor  how  thy  wisdom  is  display'd, 

Nor  what  thy  power  resists. 

3  Yet  taught  from  infancy  to  age, 

Thy  power  and  name  to  own  ; 
We  feel  that  we  are  children  still, 
And  thus  erect  thy  throne. 

4  To  Wisdom,  Mercy,  Truth,  and  Love, 

We  pay  the  homage  due  ; 
May  all  the  virtues  more  abound, 
And  these  our  hearts  renew. 

5  To  study  nature  as  it  is, — 

May  this  be  our  employ  ; 
And,  taught  by  her,  may  Truth  alone 
Fill  every  heart  with  joy. 

XIII—  L.  M. 

Universal  Praise. 

1   From  all  that  dwell  below  the  skies 
Let  universal  praise  arise  ! 
Be  Truth  alone  in  concert  sung, 
Through  every  land,  by  every  tongue. 


10  NATIONAL    HYMNS.  [NO.    I 

2  Eternal  is  its  glorious  cause, 
Fix'd  and  eternal  are  its  laws  : 

Its  praise  shall  sound  from- shore  to  shore, 
While  seas  remain,  or  billows  roar. 

3  Yet  man  alone  has  ever  sought, 
The  hidden  truths  in  nature  fraught  ; 
And  man  alone  can  duly  praise 
The  glory  which  the  truth  displays. 

XIV— L.  M. 

Fortitude,  Fidelity,  and  Prudence. 

1  Give  lovely  Truth  the  homage  due, 
And  what  is  right  with  zeal  pursue  : 
Seek  honest  men, — let  such  be  dear  ; — 
Let  self-conceit  in  nought  appear. 

2  Give  all  opinions  due  regard  ; 

Thine  own  with  modest  firmness  guard  : 
Let  nought  but  full  conviction  sway. 
But  follow  where  it  leads  the  way. 

3  Nor  rashly  promise,  nor  evade 
Through  meanness,  promises  when  made 
Let  still  thy  words  with  sweetness  fall ; 
In  looks,  at  least,  be  kind  to  all. 

4  In  air  be  disengag'd  and  free, 
Yet  ne'er  too  low  familiar  be  : 

Let  not  mere  hearsay  judgment  guide, 
Nor  passion  prompt  thee  to  decide. 

5  The  great,  if  good,  treat  with  respect, 
If  worthless,  manifest  regret  : — 
Contention  slum  ;  to  friendship's  call 
Unfold  thy  heart  ;  be  just  to  all. 


NO.   I.J  NATIONAL    HYMNS  11 

XV—  L.  M. 

For  Sunday  morning. 

1  Grounded  in  love,  may  we  this  day 
Rouse  all  our  heart's  collected  powers  ; 
May  we  the  works  of  Truth  display, 
And  thus  devote  these  leisure  hours. 

2  Hence,  ye  vain  cares  and  trifles,  fly  : 
Within  our  hearts  appear  no  more  : 
Let  Wisdom's  penetrating  eye 

Our  every  secret  thought  explore. 

3  The  words  of  peace  display'd  this  day, 
Invites  us  to  a  social  feast  ; 

May  every  ear  the  call  obey  ; — 
Be  every  heart  a  willing  guest. 

4  Thy  gracious  aid,  O  Joy  !  impart ; 
To  animate  our  minds  to  hear  : 
Engage  the  ear  and  warm  the  heart, 
The  truth  to  love,  and  error  fear. 

XVI  — C.  M. 

The  Universe  invoked. 

1  Hail  Universe  !  capacious  good  ! 

To  thee  our  songs  we  raise  : 
Nature,  in  all  her  various  scenes, 
Invites  a  song  of  praise. 

2  At  morning,  noon,  and  evening  mild, 

Fresh  wonders  strike  our  view  ; 
And"  while  we  gaze,  our  hearts  exult 
With  transports  ever  new. 


12  NATIONAL    HYMNS.  [NO. 

• 

3  Sec  !  glory  beams  in  every  star 

Which  gilds  the  gloom  of  night  ; 
And  decks  the  smiling  face  of  morn 
With  rays  of  cheerful  light. 

4  The  lofty  hill,  the  humble  vale, 

With  countless  beauties  shine  : 
The  silent  grove,  the  cooling  shade 
Proclaim  a  power  sublime. 

5  Great  Universe  !  still  may  these  scenes 

Our  leisure  hours  engage  ; 
Still  may  our  cheerful  hearts  consult 
Thy  works'  instructive  page  ! 

6  And  while  in  all  these  wondrous  works, 

Thy  varied  good  we  see  ; 
Still  may  the  contemplation  lead 
Our  hearts,  O  Truth  !  to  thee. 

XVII— L.  M. 

The  riches  of  Wisdom. 

1  Hail,  Wisdom  !  who  can  set  a  price 
On  thine  enriching  merchandize  ? 
Thy  laws  to  silver  we  prefer, — 

E'en  gold  with  thee,  can  ne'er  compare. 

2  Thy  hands  are  fill'd  with  length  of  days, 
True  riches,  health,  and  solid  peace  : 
Would  all  mankind  be  rul'd  by  thee, 
Soon  all  mankind  would  brothers  be. 

3  To  purest  joys  she  all  invites, 
Serene,  uncloying,  sure  delights, 
Her  ways  arc  ways  of  pleasantness, 
And  all  her  flowery  paths  arc  peace. 


NO.    I.]  NATIONAL    HYMNS.  *  13 

4  Happy  the  man  who  wisdom  gains  ; 
Thrice  happy,  who  the  prize  retains  : 
He  owns  and  shall  for  ever  own, 
Wisdom  and  happiness  are  one. 

XVIII.— C.  M. 

Wisdom  and  Benevolence. 

1  Happy  the  man  whose  cautious  steps 

Still  keeps  the  golden  mien  ; 
Whose  life,  to  wisdom's  rules  confirmed, 
Preserves  a  conscience  clean. 

2  Not  of  himself  too  highly  thinks, 

Nor  arts  the  boaster's  part  ; 
His  modest  tongue  the  language  speaks 
Spontaneous  from  his  heart. 

3  Not  in  low  scandal's  arts  he  deals, 

For  truth  dwells  in  his  breast  ; 
With  grief  he  sees  his  neighbor's  faults, 
And  thinks,  and  hopes  the  best. 

4  To  sect  or  party,  his  large  soul 

Disdains  to  be  confin'd  ; 
He  loves  the  good  of  every  name, 
'Mong  all  the  humankind. 

XIX—  Vs  M. 

Wisdom  the  best  Comforter. 

1   Hark  !  attend,  'tis  Wisdom's  voice  ;. 
Come  and  make  my  paths  your  choice, 
Ye,  in  quest  of  bliss  who  roam, 
Giddy  wand'rer  !  hither  come 


14  •  NATIONAL    HYMNS.  [NO. 

2  Ye,  who  houseless,  lone,  forlorn, 
Long  have  borne  proud  folly's  scorn, 
Long  have  trod  her  barren  waste, 
Weary  pilgrim  !  hither  haste. 

3  Ye,  by  fiercer  passions  torn, 
Who  sad  disappointments  mourn, 
Feel  the  pangs  of  bleak  despair, 
Here  repose  your  heavy  care. 

4  Hither  come  !  for  here  is  found 
Balm  that  eases  every  wound, 
Peace  that  comforts  every  heart — 
Peace  can  solid  bliss  impart. 

XX.— 8,  8,  6,  M. 
Contentment. 

1  How  dear  we  hold  this  mortal  state  ! 
Yet  still  accuse  blind  chance  or  fate, 

As  disappointments  rise  : 
Pleasure  we  call  our  own  to-day, 
Yet  as  the  instant  glides  away, 

Some  favourite  pleasure  dies. 

2  Thus,  then  we  seek,  with  fruitless  toil, 
On  earth  a  stranger  to  her  soil  ; — 

One  bliss  alone  we  find  ; 
'Tis  this  howe'er  our  joys  are  sought, 
Each  moment  with  delight  is  fraught, 

To  a  contented  mind. 


NO.   I.]  NATIONAL    HYMN'S.  15 

XXL— 8,8,6,  M. 

Natural  and  Moral  Beauties. 

1  How  soft  the  gentle  showers  that  bring 
The  welcome  promise  of  the  spring  ! 

And  soft  the  vernal  gale  ; 
How  sweet  the  warbling  notes  that  rise 
In  grateful  chorus  to  the  skies, 

And  gladden  every  vale  ! 

2  Fair  are  the  flowers  that  deck  the  ground  ; 
And  groves  and  gardens  blooming  round, 

Unnumber'd  charms  unfold  ; 
Bright  is  the  sun's  meridian  ray, 
And  bright  the  beams  of  setting  day, 

Which  robe  the  clouds  in  gold  : 

3  But  fairer  far  the  honest  breast, 

In  robes  of  moral  goodness  dress'd, 

Where  virtue  builds  her  cell  ; 
And  sweeter  far  the  feeling  mind, 
To  soft  humanity  inclin'd, 

Where  th'  Graces  love  to  dwell. 

XXII—  C.  M. 

Importance  of  Reason. 

1    How  vain  is  all  the  charms  of  sense  ! 
How  false,  and  yet  how  fair  ! 
Each  pleasure  has  its  poison  too  ; 
And  every  sweet  a  snare. 


2 


The  brightest  things  that  please  the  eye, 
Give  oft  a  flattering  light  ; 

TIT 

We  may  suspect  some  danger  nigh, 
Where  we  possess  delight. 


16  NATIONAL    HYMNS.  [NO.   I 

3  The  heart-endearing  ties  of  love, 

How  strong  they  strike  the  sense, 
Thither  the  warm  affections  move, 

Nor  can  we  call  them  thence. 

4  Our  noblest  powers,  by  nature  lefl 

In  rude,  disordered  state  ; 
Each  passion  aiming  at  command, 
And  striving  to  be  great  ; 

5  Till  monarch  Reason  seize  the  reins, 

Dispose,  and  order  all, 
And  make  each  sally  of  the  mind 
Obey  his  sovereign  call. 

XXIII. —  8,3,6,  M. 
Inward  Hapjnness. 

1  If  solid  happiness  we  prize, 
Within  ourselves  the  blessing  lies, — 

They  err  who  roam  abroad  ; 
Who  idly  follow  each  vain  show  ; 
From  hearts  improv'd  our  peace  must  flow  ; 

From  hearts  inclinM  to  good. 

2  The  joys  from  outward  sources  brought 
Are  oft,  alas  !  too  dearly  bought, 

Too  soon,  alas  !   they  cloy  ; 
While  those  which  centre  in  the  soul, 
Nor  time  nor  change  can  e'er  control, 

Nor  fortune  can  destroy. 

3  With  this  companion  in  the  breast, 
That  man  must  feel  supremely  bless'd 

When  all  around  is  lair  ; 


NO.    I.J  NATIONAL    HYMNS.  17 

And  e'en  should  troubles  sore  annoy, 
They  ne'er  his  inward  peace  destroy, 
Nor  drive  hhn  to  despair. 

4  May  we  true,  peace  of  mind  retain 
Whatever  else  we  lose  or  gain, 

Be  this  our  refuge  sure  ; 
To  guide  us  through  life's  varied  scenes 
Prolong  its  joys,  relieve  its  pains, 

And  lesser  evils  cure. 

XXIV.— S.  M, 

Goitleness,  Forgiveness,  and  Generosity. 

1  In  gentleness  reprove  ; 
In  truth  alone  command  ; 

Prevent  the  helpless  orphan's  cry, 
And  be  the  widow's  friend. 

2  When  anger  seeks  to  rise, 
Restrain  th'  impetuous  flame  ; 

Ne'er  let  thy  tongue  at  random  rove 
To  blast  an  absent  name. 

3  For  ever  scorn  deceit  ; 
Think  well  before  you  speak  ; 

Whate'er  a  friend  in  kindness  gives, 
Respeet  for  friendship's  sake. 

4  Forgive  where  goodness  bids, 
For  equal  pleasure  flows 

To  him  who  pard'ning  mercy  finds, 
And  him  who  mercy  shows. 


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5       If  forc'd  thyself  to  name, 

Thyself  nor  blame,  nor  praise  ; 
Mean  envy  banish,  and  *thy  mind 
To  gen'rous  greatness  raise. 

XXV.— C.  M. 

The  Coming  of  moral  Light. 
1   Joy  to  the  world  !  the  light  is  come  : 
The  only  lawful  king  : 
Let  every  heart  prepare  it  room, 
And  moral  nature  sing. 

£  Joy  to  the  earth  !  now  Reason  reigns  ; 
Let  men  their  songs  employ, 
While  fields  and  floods,  rocks,  hills  and  plains 
Repeat  the  sounding  joy. 

3  No  more  let  superstition  grow, 

Nor  thorns  infest  the  ground  ; 
This  light  will  make  its  blessing  flow, 
To  earth's  remotest  bound. 

4  O  then,  display  its  truth  and  peace, 

And  make  the  nations  prove 
The  glories  of  its  tenderness, 
And  wonders  of  its  love  ! 

XXVI—  H.  M. 

Justice  the  Support  of  Morality 
1       Justice  !  eternal  source 
Of  every  moral  law  ; 
With  what  impelling  force, 
What  reverential  awe, 
Thy  stern  awards  subdue  the  soul, 
And  all  opposing  powers  control  ' 


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2  At  thy  austere  rebuke, 

Impure  desires  subside  ; 
Thy  keen  inquiring  look 

No  falsehood  dare  abide  ; 
Thou  draw'st  the  hue  we  must  not  cross, 
Another's  portion  to  engross. 

3  Without  thy  soverein  sway 

Improvement  were  in  vain  ; 
Man  left  to  force  a  prey, 

Chaos  would  come  again  ; 
And  right  and  wrong  in  ruin  hurl'd, 
Sweep  art  and  order  from  the  world. 

XXVII.— C.  M. 

Self-  Control. 

1  Know  this,  O  man  !  and  thou  hast  learned 

The  art  to  live  throughout, 
"  That  prudent,  cautious,  Self-Control 
Is  understanding's  root." 

2  Whate'er  bids  passions  rise  and  fall 

Within  the  human  soul, 
By  Wisdom's  sure  unerring  rule, 
Belongs  to  Self-Control. 

3  She  guides  us  through  temptation's  wiles, 

W7hich  leads  us  on  to  sin  ; 
And  bids  us  shun  false  pleasure's  smiles, 
When  danger  lurks  within. 

4  When  foes  provoke,  she  checks  the  swell 

That  rages  in  our  hearts, 
And  to  her  vot'ries,  for  defence, 
This  sage  advice  imparts. 


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5  "  To  some  good  end  let  anger  tend, 

"  To  save,  but  not  destroy  ; 
"  To  d^sh  the  cup  of  wrath  from  life, 
"  But  spare  the  cup  of  joy. 

6  "  No  stormy  passions,  wild  and  strong, 

"  Shall  then  distract  the  soul, 
u  But  all  the  elements  of  mind 
"  Be  under  Self-Control. 

XXVIII.— C.  M. 

For  the  Kind  and  Humane. 

1  Let  every  tongue  the  goodness  speak, 

Of  virtue  kind  to  all  ; 
Whose  strengthening  hands  uphold  the  weak, 
And  raise  the  poor  that  fall. 

2  When  sorrow  bows  the  spirit  down, 

Or  want  assails  the  breast, 
Then  Virtue  smooths  th'  invaders  frown, 
And  gives  the  mourner  rest. 

3  Virtue  supports  our  tottering  days, 

And  guides  our  blooming  youtli  ; 
Honest  and  just  are  all  its  ways, 
And  all  its  words  are  truth. 

4  It  knows  the  pain  that  sufferers  feel, 

It  hears  when  children  cry  ; 
And  their  best  wishes  to  fulfil 
It  is  for  ever  nigh. 

5  Its  goodness  never  will  remove 

From  men  of  heart  sincere, — 
From  those  whose  honest,  fervent  love 
Is  far  removed  from  fear. 


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XXIX .— C.  M. 
Charity. 

1  Let  such  as  feci  oppression's  load, 

Thy  tender  pity  share  ; 
And  let  the  helpless,  hopeless  poor 
Be  thy  peculiar  care. 

2  Go,  bid  the  hungry  orphan  he 

With  thine  abundance  bless'd  ; 
Invite  the  wand'rer  to  thy  gate, 
And  spread  the  couch  of  rest. 

3  Let  him  who  pines  with  piercing  cold, 

Hv  thee  be  warmed  and  clad  ; 

Be  thine  the  blissful  task,  to  make 

The  downcast  mourner  glad. 

4  Then  pleasant  as  the  morning  light, 

In  peace  shall  pass  thy  days  : 
And  heart-approving,  conscious  joy 
Illuminate  thy  ways. 

XXX— L.  M. 
Exhortation. 

Let  such  as  make  the  truth  their  choice, 
Attend  to  nature's  simple  voice  ; 
Nor  let  their  minds  attempt  to  rove 
Beyond  the  objects  of  their  love. 

2  Here  all  is  plain — the  truth  we  see 
In  Nature's  pure  simplicity  : 
O  let  us  never  more  complain 
That  Nature's  works  are  sought  in  vain 


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XXXT—  Vs.  Bff. 

The  Perfections  and  Goodness  of  the  Universe. 

1  Let  us  in  a  joyful  mood 
Praise  the  universal  good  ; 
For  such  goodness  will  endure, 
Ever  faithful,  ever  sure. 

2  Let  us  sound  this  name  abroad, 
For  of  gods  the  Truth  is  God  ; 
Who  in  wisdom  did  dilate 
Heaven's  expanse,  and  all  its  state  : 

3  Did  the  solid  earth  ordain 
How  to  rise  above  the  main  ; 
While  the  sun's  commanding  might 
Fills  the  smaller  world's  with  light. 

4  See  !  the  golden  tressed  sun, 
All  the  day  his  course  doth  run  ; 
And  the  moon  doth  shine  by  night, 
Mid  her  spangled  sisters  bright. 

5  All  her  children  nature  feeds, 
Her  full  hand  supplies  their  needs : 
Let  us  therefore  warble  forth 
This  high  majesty  and  worth. 

6  Universal  Being  !  hail  !         m 
Truth  eternal  must  prevail  ; 
And  thy  goodness  will  endure 
Ever  faithful,  ever  sure. 


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XXXI T.—  10's.  M. 

1  Long  have  the  nations  slept  :  hark  to  the  sound  ! 
The  sleep  is  ended,  and  the  wo  rid  awakes  : 

Man  riseth  in  his  strength,  and  looks  around, 
While  on  his  sight  the  dawn  of  reason  breaks. 

2  Lo  !  Knowledge  draws  the  curtain  from  his  mind  ; 
Quells  fancy's  visions,  and  his  spirit  tames, 
Deep  in  his  breast  that  law  to  seek  and  find, 
Which  kings  would  write  in  blood,   and  priests  in 

flames. 

3  Shout,  Earth  !  the  creature  man,  till  now  the  foe 
Of  thee,  and  all  who  tread  thy  parent  breast, 
Henceforth  shall  learn  himself  and  thee  to  know, 
And  in  that  knowiedge  shall  be  wise  and  blest. 

XXXIII.— L.  M. 

The  reign  of  Superstition  sub*dued  by  the  ligJii 
of  Reason  and  Truth. 

1  Loxg,  long  hath  Superstition  reign'd, 
And  all  the  world  in  bondage  held  ! 
Long  hath  the  mind  thus  been  enchain'd, 
And  few  can  yet  their  fetters  yield  ! 

2  To  break  these  chains  let  us  arise, 

And  show  our  minds  from  bondage  free  ; 
No  more  believe  such  sordid  lies, 
As  may  inthral  our  liberty. 

3  Say  to  intolerance,  be  gone  ! 

No  more  enslave  the  minds  of  youth  ; 
We  need  the  light  of  facts  alone, 
To  guide  us  in  the  paths  of  truth 


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4  See  how  it  beams  from  yonder  sun  ! 
On  every  herb,  and  plant,  and  tree  ; 
Those  beams,  in  brilliant  nature  shone, 
Reflect  each  object,  rich  and  free. 

5  Then  let  us  all  improve  this  light, 
Explore  the  range  of  human  thought  ; 
Above,  around,  within  our  sight, 

Be  all  the  hidden  pleasures  sought. 

6  Nor  let  the  treasures  of  the  mind 
Be  unexplor'd  nor  unimprov'd  ; 
For  here  the  richest  gifts  we  find 
More  worthy  still  of  being  lov'd. 

XXXIV— L.  M. 

Hie  Beauty  and  Magnificence  of  Nature. 

1  Oh,  sons  of  men  !  throw  round  your  eyes 
Upon  the  earth,  the  seas,  and  skies  ! 

Say  doth  not  all  to  every  sense, 
Show  beauty  and  magnificence  ? 

2  See  hill  and  vale  with  verdure  spread  ! 
Behold  the  mountain  lift  his  head, 

In  nature,  strength,  and  power  sublime,  . 
Unscath'd  by  storm,  untouch'd  by  time  ! 

3  And  see  the  flower  which  gems  the  sward  ! 
List  to  the  pipe  of  evening  bird — 

The  streams,  the  winds,  the  balmy  breeze 
Making  soft  music  with  the  trees. 

4  And  see  the  glories  of  the  night, 

The  deep  blue  vault  with  stars  of  light, 
The  silver  clouds,  the  odorous  air — 
All  soft,  and  still,  and  sweet,  and  fair  . 


NO.  I.]  NATIONAL    HYMNS.  25 

5  And  oh  !  that  hour  of  matin  prime, 
The  cool,  the  fresh,  the  joyous  time, 
When  Sol,  as  if  refreshed  by  sleep, 
Springs  blazing  from  the  kindled  deep. 

6  Then  mark  how  nature  with  delight 
Exults  and  kindles  at  the  sight  ; 
Earth,  ocean,  air — above,  around, 
All  full  of  life,  and  stir,  and  sound  ! 

7  Yes  !  all  unto  the  outward  sense 
Shows  beauty  and  magnificence  ; 
All  fair — unless  that  world  we  scan, 
That  moral  world,  as  made  by  man. 

PART    II. 

1  To  all  earth's  blessings  deaf  and  blind, 
Lost  to  himself  and  to  his  kind, 

With  mad  presumption,  lo  !  man  tries 
To  pierce  the  ether  of  the  skies. 

2  His  fancy  wing'd  to  world's  unknown, 
He  scorns  the  treasures  of  his  own  : 
By  fears  of  hell  and  hopes  of  heaven, 
His  noble  mind  to  madness  driven  ! 

3  Oh!  first  of  all  the  tribes  of  earth, 
Wake  to  a  knowledge  of  thy  worth  ; 
Then  mark  the  ills  of  human  life, 

And  heal  its  woes,  and  quench  its  strife. 

4  Victim  and  tyrant  thou,  oh  man  ! 
Thy  world,  thyself,  thy  fellows  scan, 
Nor  forward  cast  an  anxious  eye, 
Who  knows  to  live,  shall  know  to  die 


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XXXV—  L.  M. 

Pleasures  of  Life. 

1  Pleasant  is  life,  and  sweet  the  light 
That  pours  from  yon  bright  orb  of  day, 
Revealing  to  our  raptured  sight, 

The  universe  in  rich  array. 

2  Pleasant  is  life,  and  sweet  its  ties, 
The  touching  charities  of  man  ; 
Friend,  brother,  child,  and  parent  rise, 
Endearing  life's  progressive  plan. 

3  Pleasant  is  life,  and  sweet  its  way, 
When  under  Reason's  kind  control  ; 
Then  moral  evils  die  away, — 
Then  moral  pleasures  fill  the  soul. 

XXXVI.— 8  $  Vs.  M. 

Universal  Praise. 

1  Praise  to  thee,  all-bounteous  Nature  ! 

Praise  to  thee  from  every  tongue  ; 
Join,  my  heart  !  with  every  creature, 
Join  the  universal  song  : 

2  For  the  social  ties  of  friendship, 

For  the  charms  of  mutual  love  ; 

For  the  endearing  smiles  of  kindred, 

Which  in  peaceful  order  move  : 

3  For  ten  thousand  blessings  given, 

For  the  hope  of  future  days, 
Sound  Ibis  name  thro'  earth  and  heaven; 
Sound  aloud  all  Nature's  praise. 


NO.  I.]  NATIONAL   HYMNS.  27 

XXXVII—  C.  M. 

Praise  of  Virtue. 

1  Sing  to  unbounded  Virtue's  name, 

And  in  her  strength  rejoice  ; 
When  man's  improvement  is  our  theme, 
Exalted  be  our  voice.  ' 

2  Repeat  her  praise  with  love  profound  ; 

Let  knowledge  lead  the  song  ; 
Nor  mock  her  with  a  cheerful  sound 
Upon  a  lying  tongue. 

3  How  noble  all  her  graces  are  ! 

How  wide  her  power  extends  ! 
On  her  beneficence  and  care 
Man's  happiness  depends. 

4  Come,  and  with  cheerful  hearts  adore  ; 

Come,  listen  to  her  voice  ; 
Be  ever  creatures  of  her  power, 
And  in  her  smiles  rejoice. 

XXXVIII.— 8,  8,  6  M. 

Science. 

1  Science  !  thou  fair  effusive  ray, 
From  the  great  source  of  mental  day, 

Free,  gen'rous   and  refin'd  ; 
Descend  with  all  thy  treasures  fraught, 
Illumine  each  bewildered  thought, 

And  bless  my  lab'ring  mind. 

2  But  first,  with  thy  resistless  light, 
Disperse  those  phantoms  from  my  sight 

Those  mimic  shades  of  thee  : 
The  scholiast's  learning,  sophist's  cant, 
The  visionary  bigot's  rant, 

The  monk's  philosophy. 


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3   Oh  !  let  thy  powerful  charm  impart 
The  patient  head,  the  candid  heart, 

Devoted  to  thy  sway  ; 
Which  no  weak  passions  e'er  mislead, 
Which  still  with  dauntless  steps  proceed 

Where  reason  points  the  way. 

PART    II. 

1  Say  from  what  simple  springs  began 
The  vast  ambitious  thoughts  of  man, 

That  range  beyond  control  ; 
Which  seek  eternity  to  trace, 
Drive  through  th'  infinity  of  space, 

And  strain  to  grasp  the  whole  ? 

2  The  last,  best  effort  of  thy  skill, 
To  form  the  life  and  rule  the  will, 

Propitious  power  impart  ; 
Teach  me  to  cool  my  passions  fires, 
Make  me  the  judge  of  my  desires, 

The  master  of  my  heart. 

3  Raise  me  above  the  vulgar  breath 
Pursuit  of  fortune,  dread  of  death, 

And  all  in  life  that's  mean  ; 
Still  true  to  reason  be  my  plan, 
And  let  my  actions  speak  the  man, 

Through  every  varying  scene. 

XXXIX— C.  M 

Death  certain. 

1   Time,  like  an  overflowing  stream, 
15 ears  all  its  sons  away  ; 
They  die,  forgotten,  as  a  dream 
Before  the  opening  day 


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2  The  busy  tribes  of  flesh  and  blood, 

With  all  their  cares  and  fears, 
Are  carri'd  downward  by  the  flood, 
And  lost  in  following  years. 

3  Our  wasting  lives  grow  shorter  still, 

As  days  and  months  increase  ; 
And  every  beating  pulse  we  tell, 
Leaves  but  the  number  less. 

4  Our  time  rolls  on,  and  steals  away 

The  breath  that  first  it  gave  ; 

Whate'er  we  do,  where'er  we  be, 

We're  travelling  to  the  grave. 

5  Dangers  stand  thick  thro'  all  the  ground 

That  leads  to  death's  abode  ; 
And  fierce  diseases  wait  around 
To  urge  us  on  the  road. 

XL—  S.  M. 

Blessings  of  Knowledge. 

1  The  reign  of  Knowledge  hail  ! 
The  ever-glorious  reign, 

See  !   Ignorance  before  her  flee, 
And  all  her  darksome  train. 

2  See  !  Penance  hide  her  head, 
Asham'd  to  be  severe  ; 

See  !  sweet  Complaisance  in  her  stead, 
Each  drooping  spirit  cheer. 

3  A  melancholy  gloom 

Did  Nature's  charms  enclose  : 
The  veil  is  thrown  aside,  and  she 
In  native  beauty  glows. 


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4  Then  hail  the  glorious  reign, 

When  moral  ills  shall  cease, 
And  men  enjoy,  from  pole  to  pole, 

True  friendship,  love,  and  peace. 

XLL— 8,  8,6  11. 

Love. 

1  'Tis  love  that  paints  the  purple  morn, 
And  bids  the  clouds,  in  air  upborn, 

Their  genial  drops  distil  ; 
In  every  vernal  beam  it  glows, 
And  breathes  in  every  gale  that  blows, 

And  glides  in  every  rill. 

2  It  robes  in  cheerful  green  the  ground, 
And  pours  its  flowery  beauties  round, 

Whose  sweets  perfume  the  gale  ; 
Its  bounties  richly  spread  the  plain, 
The  blushing  fruit,  the  golden  grain, 

And  smile  on  every  vale. 

3  'Tis  love  alone  inspires  the  mind 
With  feelings  tender,  sweet,  and  kind, 

Which  constitutes  our  bliss  ; 
For  discontent  bids  comfort  rise  ; 
The  soul  with  genial  warmth  supplies, 

And  nothing  feels  amiss. 

XLII— C.  M. 

The  Excellency  of  Truth. 

1   Were  once  this  maxim  deeply  fix'd, 
That  Truth  is  not  a  Fiend, — 
That  she  alone  to  right  can  lead  ; 
For  pleasure  is  her  end, 


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2  How  soon  would  reason,  justice,  peace, 

O'er  all  the  world  prevail, 
And  error,  fraud,  and  war,  and  woe, 
And  superstition  fail  ? 

3  No  more  applause  on  pride  would  wait, 

Nor  mad  ambition  stain 
With  patriot  blood,  a  foreign  shore, 
An  empty  name  to  gain. 

4  Our  own  and  others'  good  alone 

Would  then  each  hour  employ, 
And  all  the  sons  of  men  would  smile 
With  universal  joy. 

XLIII.— C.  M. 

Honor  guided  by  Reason. 

1  What  is  honor  ? — it  is  a  sound, — 

A  charm  which  lures  the  brave 
O'er  raging  seas,  and  tainted  shores, 
To  an  untimely  grave  : — 

2  A  breath,  which  swells  the  hero's  heart, 

To  urge  him  to  his  doom  ; — 
He  seeks  the  form  in  smarting  wounds, 
Oft  finds  it  in  the  tomb. 

3  Still  honor  is  a  precious  plant, 

When  under  Reason's  care, 

Which  beautifies  the  mental  soil, 

With  fruit  both  rich  and  fair. 

4  And  if  improved,  becomes  the  source 

Of  what  is  truly  great  ; 
With  gen'rous thoughts  expands  the  soul, 
And  di<niilies  our  state. 


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5  By  solemn,  though  unwritten  laws, 

It  moves  the  noble  mind  ; 
Bids  every  thought  exalted  rise, 
Bids  every  promise  bind. 

6  Wherever  native  worth  is  found, 

It  forms  it  into  grace  ; 
And  e'en  where  native  worth's  unknown, 
It  sometimes  fills  its  place. 

XLIY.— L.  M. 

Persecution  and  Intolerance,  absurd. 

1  What  mortal  can  presume  to  know 

The  spring  whence  wrong  opinions  flow  ; 
To  judge  the  secret  source  within, 
Where  others'  errors  first  begin  ? 

2  Absurd  and  vain  attempt  to  bind 
With  iron  chains  the  free-born  mind  ; 
To  force  conviction,  and  reclaim 
The  wandering  by  destructive  flame! 

3  Bold  arrogance,  to  snatch  from  heaven 
Dominion  not  to  mortals  given  ; 

O'er  conscience  to  usurp  the  throne, 
Accountable  to  truth  alone  ! 

4  Unspotted  wisdom's  law  of  love 
Does  no  such  cruelties  approve  ; 
Mild  as  herself,  her  doctrine  wields 
No  arms  but  those  persuasion  yields. 

5  By  proofs  adduced  from  Nature's  laws, 
The  enlightened  mind  along  she  draws  ; 
And  converts  to  her  cause  acquires 

By  eloquence,  which  truth  inspires. 


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XLV.— C.  M. 

The  Seasons. 

1  When  snows  descend  and  robe  the  field, 

In  Winter's  bright  array  ; 
Touched  by  the  sun  the  lustre  fades, 
And  weeps  itself  away. 

2  When  Spring  appearing,  violets  blow, 

And  shed  a  rich  perfume  ; 
How  soon  the  fragrance  breaths  its  last  ! 
How  short-lived  is  the  bloom  ! 

3  See,  in  the  morn,  the  summer  rose 

In  blushing  beauty  rise  ; 
But  scarce  we  taste  the  balmy  gift, 
When,  lo  !  the  pleasure  dies. 

4  With  gilding  fire  a  falling  star 

Illumes  the  autumnal  night  ; 
How  soon  its  fleeting  beauties  fade, 
How  soon  eclipsed  the  light. 

5  Such  are  the  charms  that  flush  the  cheek, 

And  sparkle  in  the  eye  ; 
So,  sickness  from  the  fairest  form 
Makes  transient  graces  fly. 

6  To  this  the  seasons  as  they  roll, 

Their  attestation  bring  : 
How  frail  we  are  :  their  every  round, 
Confirms  the  truth  we  sing. 


84  NATIONAL    HYMNS  [  NO.   I. 

XLVI.— S.  M. 

Prospect  of  Universal  Peace. 

1  When  shall  the  time  arrive, 
When  war  and  woe  shall  cease  ? 

And  all  mankind  an  anthem  raise 
To  universal  peace. 

2  Behold,  the  time  draws  nigh  ; 
See  !  Reason  lights  the  way  ; 

Darkness  and  storms  before  her  fly, 
And  Winter  smiles  like  May. 

3  The  glorious  era  hail, 
When  men,  enlightened,  free, 

And  just,  no  more  as  foes  shall  meet, 
But  friends  and  brothers  be  ! 

4  Plenty,  from  land  to  land, 
Shall  waft  her  rich  supplies  ; 

Knowledge  o'er  all  her  blessings  shed, 
And  a  new  world  arise. 

XLVIL— L.  M. 

Time. 

1  When  warm  impetuous  passions  rise, 
And  fame  or  pleasure  lures  our  eyes, 
Or,  bent  on  Virtue's  path  sublime, 

We  chide  the  feathered  foot  of  Time  ;— 

2  In  vain  we  war  with  Nature's  force  ; 
Time's  rapid  car  pursues  its  course  ; 
Nor  wisdom's,  nor  ambition's  power, 
Can  stop  (he  swiftly  moving  hour. 


rfO.  I.J  NATIONAL    HYMNS.  35 

3  The  gay,  the  great,  the  good,  the  just, 
Alike  are  journeying  to  the  dust  ; 
Then  haste,  the  race  of  duty  run, 
Nor  blame  the  quick  revolving  sun. 

4  Days,  months,  and  years!  your  rounds  fulfil; 
Witness  our  good  intentions  still  ; 

Nor  let  one  vagrant  day  pass  by, 
Unblessed  by  Reason's  victory. 

XLVIIL— C.  M. 

Contentment. 

1  Why  should  we  ever  seek  to  know, 

What  never  can  be  known  ? 
Why  should  we  present  joys  forego, 
In  hope  of  joys  to  come  ? 

2  See  !  Nature  spreads  her  ample  board 

To  all,  through  every  clime  ! 
And  man  she  constitutes  her  lord, 
With  riches  most  sublime. 

3  How  much  by  Art  he  can  improve, 

What  silent  Nature  shows  ! 
How  many  scenes  inspire  to  love, 
As  he  more  happy  grows  ! 

4  How  knowledge,  with  the  soul  enlarg'd, 

Inspires  to  virtuous  deeds  ; 
Unless  the  mind  has  been  surcharg'd 
With  error's  noxious  weeds  ! 

b  Then  let  us  all  improve  the  time, 
And  still  more  happy  grow  ; 
To  learn  the  ways  o£  truth  sublime, 
And  all  her  secrets  know 


36  NATIONAL    HFMNS.  [NO.   I 

XLIX— S.  M. 

Wisdom. 

1  Wisdom,  the  just  and  kind, 
Will  those  who  err  instruct  ; 

And  in  the  paths  of  righteousness 
Their  wandering  steps  conduct. 

2  The  humble  mind  she  guides  ; 
Teaches  the  meek  his  way  ; 

Kindness  and  truth  she  shows  to  all 
Who  her  in  truth  obey. 

3  Give  us  the  tender  heart, 
That  mingles  fear  with  love  ; 

And  lead  us  through  whatever  paths 
Thy  goodness  shall  approve. 

4  0  ever  keep  our  minds 
From  error,  shame,  and  guilt ! 

Nor  suffer  the  fair  hope  to  fail, 
Which  on  thy  truth  is  built. 

L.— L.  M. 

Life  in  its  various  forms. 

1  Ye  sons  of  men  !  look  round  and  view  ; 
See  life  in  all  its  various  forms  ; 

And  mark  the  path  which  Nature  drew 
For  man,  for  beast,  fish,  fowl,  and  worms  ! 

2  Say,  can  ye  claim  peculiar  care, 
O'er  all  the  tribes  of  mortal  race  ? 
Shall  not  all  beings  have  a  share 

In  Nature,  Providence,  and  Grace  ? 

END  OF  NUMBER  ONE 


No  II. 
NATIONAL  HYMNS. 


LI.— 8, 10  M.—  Tune— "Black  eyed  Susa7i." 
Faith  and  Reason. 

1    And  is  religion  all  a  dream  ? 

O  shall  I  never  taste  the  boon  ? 
Or  shall  those  regions  ne'er  be  seen, 

And  must  my  sun  go  down  at  noon  ? 
Tell  me,  ye  sons  of  reason,  tell  me  true, 
Is  mortal  life  the  whole  ye  have  in  view  ? 

2  Thus  reason  heard  the  voice  of  faith, 

With  pity  heard  the  erring  child  ; 
And  to  her  heart,  true  wisdom  saith, 

In  accents  soft,  with  visage  mild,   [give,  , 
"  While  blest  with   life  and  all  that  life  can 
"  Oh  !  be  content,  and  in  contentment  live. 

3  "  To-day  alone  thou  canst  enjoy, 

u  And  only  //lis,  receive  to-day  ; 
"  Why,  then,  do  anxious  thoughts  employ 

"  Thy  mind,  and  waste  thy  life  away  ? 
u  Eternity  exists  as  surely  now, 
"  As  ever  time  can  last,  or  when,  or  how  ?" 

4  Thus  faith  now  heard  with   sweet   delight, 

And  instantly  the  voice  obeyed  ; 
Her  fruitless  dreams  were  changed  to  sight, 
And  all  her  fears  were  thus  allayed. 
She  now  enjoys  each  moment  of  herwime, 
And  never  sighs  for  pleasures  more  simlime 
4 


33  NATIONAL    HYMN'S.  [\0      | 

LII.—IOV  M. 

The  new  era  of  light. 

1  Behold  a  new,  a  glorious  era  conies, 

Of  superstition's  night,  it  bursts  the  tombs  ; 
We  bail  the  welcome  light  and  laud  its  praise, 
'Tis  fraught  with  lasting  peace  and  joyful  days. 
Behold  it  comes,  to  give  true  freedom  birth, 
Oh!  who  can  think  or  speak  of  half  its  worth! 

2  See!  moral  light,  long  bound  in  gloomy  chains, 
Begins  to  claim  her  rights,  and  peace  ordains; 
She  takes  the  scales  from  off  the  visual  ray, 
And  on  the  mental  eye-balls  pours  the  day. 
Calls  back  the  mind  in  chase  of  fancy's  wings, 
To  contemplate  the  certainty  of  things. 

3  Her  stores  she  spreads,  if  not  so  rich  in  view 

As  those  of  fancy  seemed,  they're  yet  more  true; 

And  what  is  more,  they  all  are  open,  free  ; 

She  sailh  to  all,  "  Oh!  welcome!  come  and  see!" 

It  is  enough!   'tis  all  that  nature  hath  : — 

Who  asks  for  more,  must  surely  "  ask  in  faith!" 

LIII. — Air — "  Jindro  and  his  catty  gun." 

There  is  no  knowledge  in  the  grave. 
1   Blithe,  blithe  to  all  around  us, 
Join  our  hearts,  in  social  glee; 
Peace  and  pleasure  here  have  found  us, 
Reason's  sons  are  ever  free. 

An  old  philosopher  has  said, 

When  thinking  o'er  his  latter  end  ; 

u  No  knowledge  is  among  the  dead, 
tk#To  which  the  living  ever  tend.'" 
Blilhe,  blilht,  t 


NO.    II.]  RATIONAL    HYMNS.  ,"39 

2  He  therefore  recommended  mirth, 

As  the  best  cuie  for  all  our  woes  ; 
For  what  will  be  beyond  this  earth, 

He  freely  owned  that  "  no  one  knows!' 
Blithe,  blithe,  fyc. 

3  "  Rejoice,  thou  young  man,  in  thy  youth, 

"  Let  thy  heart  cheer  thee  and  be  glad, 
"  But  ever  mind  the  ways  of  truth, 
"  And  never  let  thy  heart  be  sad." 
Blithe,  blithe,  $c. 

4  "  Enjoy  the  fruit  which  labor  gives, 

"  This  is  thy  portion  and  thy  all  ; 
u  And  he  who  thus  by  reason  lives, 
"  Obeys  when  truth  and  nature  call." 
Blithe,  blithe,  fyc. 

LIV—  P.  M. 

Reformation. 

1  Come,  friends,  give  an  ear, 
And  listen  a  while  : 

Good  news  you  shall  hear, 

Your  hearts  to  beguile  ; 
A  true  reformation 

Is  surely  at  hand  ; 
The  voice  of  the  nation 

Spreads  over  the  land. 

2  The  people  have  slept, 
And  priests  ruled  the  mam  ; 
I  [umanity  wept, 

And  reason  was  slam  : 


40  NATIONAL    HYMNS.  '  \0.    II. 

Philanthropy  trembled, 

And  honesty  grieved  ; 
While  tyrants  dissembled, 
And  weakness  believed. 

3  The  world  shall  awake, 
No  longer  enslaved  ; 
Old  systems  shall  shake, 
And  virtue  be  saved  ; 

To  just  admiration 

Shall  reason  prevail  ; 
Complete  education 

To  all  shall  entail 

4  Then  let  us  arise, 
Attend  the  glad  sound  : 
True  liberty  prize, 
And  bigotry  drown  ; 

With  loud  acclamation, 

The  nation  doth  call  ; 
Complete  education, 

To  each,  and  to  all 

LV.— H.  M. 

Close  of  Service. 

1  Come,  let  us  join  and  sing, 

Each  in  a  joyful  mood  ; 
And  make  this  temple  ring, 
In  praise  of  all  that's  good. 
And  let  our  tongues  true  love  proclaim, 
And  chant  the  honors  of  its  fame. 

2  Here  in  this  spacious  house, 

Our  joyful  hearts  have  met  ; 


NO.    II."]  NATIONAL    HYMNS.  41 

Here  paid  our  willing  vows, 
And  felt  our  union  sweet  : 
For  this  our  tongues  true  love  proclaim, 
And  chant  the  honors  of  its  fame. 

3  The  truth,  like  ointment  shed, 

Hath  breathed  a  choice  perfume  ; 
The  light  in  darkness  spread, 

Our  minds  doth  all  illume  : 
For  this  our  tongues  true  love  proclaim, 
And  chant  the  honors  of  its  fame. 

4  Now  may  we  dwell  in  peace, 

The  pilgrim's  sure  defence  ; 
And  may  our  love  increase, 

Till  death  shall  call  us  hence  : 
And  e'en  in  death  we'll  love  proclaim, 
And  chant  the  honors  of  its  fame. 

LVI. — Air — "Blue  Bonnets  over  the  Border. y 
Bigotry  set  at  defiance. 

1  Come,  my  good  friends,  our  joys  to  enhance  again 
Weel  us  again  in  the  temple  of  science, 

Cordially  meet  us  in  union  again, 

And  bigotry  set  at  defiance, 
Come,  on  the  stil!  day,  of  easy  compliance, 
Come  when  the  faithful  shall  place  full  reliance, 
Truth  be  our  sure  defence, 
Love,  peace  and  innocence, 
And  bigotry  set  at  defiance. 

2  Sacred  be  the  day  to  Liberty, 
Wisdom  must  be  to  all  a  reliance  ; 

Columbia's  sons  must  now  all  be  free, 

And  bigotry  set  at  defiance. 
When  the  proud  zealots  shall   swell  in  their  high  rants, 
Faith  and  hypocrisy  join  their  contrivance. 
A  It 


42  NATIONAL    HYMNS.  [no. 

Then  come,  each  freeman,  haste, 
With  brave  and  honest  breast, 

And  bigotry  set  at  defiance. 
3  Long,  long  will  there  phantoms  and  goblins  be, 

Reason's  great  truth  they  cannot  come  near  it, 
Love  is  the  tie  which  unites  and  makes  free, 

And  all  men  esteem  and  revere  it. 
Love  makes  our  hearts  of  one  kindred  alliance, 
Love  gives  all  nature  a  yielding  compliance, 
Come  then  and  let  us  greet, 
In  love  and  union  meet, 

And  bigotry  set  at  defiance. 

LVIL— Air— "  Hey  tultie  tallie." 
The  birth  day  of  freedom. 

1  Days  of  error  long  have  spread, 
Baleful  influence  o'er  the  head, 
Man,  in  mental  darkness  led, 

Blind — he  cannot  see. 
Superstition's  rights  and  forms, 
Zealots'  fire  that  bigots  warms, 
Fury's  wrath  that  fools  alarms, 

Hell  and  misery. 

2  Priestly  pomp,  religion's  show  ; 
Priestly  joy  religion's  wo  : 
Priestly  tricks  we  now  all  know, 

Had  their  day  and  power. 
Wily  priests  now  stand  abash'd, 
Prosing  churchmen's  hopes  are  dash'd, 
Youthful  zealots'  prospects  crash'd — 

Reason  makes  them  cower 

3  Reason  rears  her  tresses  gay, 
Virtue's  banner  leads  the  way  ; 
Who  resists  her  powerful  Bway, 

Surely  should  take  heed. 


NO.    II.]  NATIONAL    HYMNS.  43 

Wisdom  takes  her  glorious  stand, 
Touch'd  with  reason's  magic  wand, 
Truth  goes  with  her  hand  and  hand — 
Truth  must  be  obeyed. 

4  JNations  long  in  darkness  drear, 

Groped  their  way  with  trembling  fear, 
Reason's  light  has  now  made  clear, 

Wisdom's  virtuous  plan. 
Touch  the  timbrel  high  and  clear, 
Sound  the  notes  with  merry  cheer  ; 
Freemen's  sons  will  e'er  revere 

Th'  sacred  "  Rights  of  Man  " 

LYIII. — Am — "  Marseilles  Hymri." 
The   Same. 

1  Full  long  has  man,  by  phantoms  lured, 
In  mystic  wand'rings  groped  in  night, 

In  mental  dungeons  long  immured, 

Estranged  from  Reason's  beaming  light  ; 

A  servile  slave  to  falseholds  rule, 

To  Pagan  fables  ill  revised, 

To  dogmas  wildly  mysterized  ; 

To  priests,  a  frighten'd,  fawning  tool — 

Deluded  man,  alas  ! 

For  nobler  ends  design'd, 

Has  blindly  crept,  from  age  to  age, 

In  ignorance  confined. 

2  Grave  priests  declare  a  lake  of  fire 
To  punish  sinners  when  they  die, 
And  vainly  rear  the  sacred  spire, 

A  heavenly  beacon,  to  the  sky  ; 

Have  formed  their  dogmas — foolish  creeds 


44  NATIONAL    HYMNS.  [NO. 

And  teach  the  infant  mind  to  prate, 
To  guide  their  souls  to  heaven's  gate, 
Yet  man  persists  in  evil  deeds — 

Avaunt,  ye  baseless  tales  ! 

'Tis  vain  and  foolish  all  ; 

Teach  man  the  paths  of  vice  to  shun, 

And  honor  virtue's  call. 

Part  II. 

3  Let  exiled  reason  be  restor'd, 
Just  education  bear  her  sway  ; 
Let  nature's  empire  be  cxplor'd, 
And  truth  her  volume  wide  display  ; 
Let  science  'luminate  the  mind, 
Enquiry  free  her  banner  wave, 
The  tyrant  crush,  release  the  slave, 
And  virtue  teach  to  all  mankind  ; 

Then  will  the  joyous  song 

Of  happiness  resound, 

And  man  shall  sing  to  wisdom's  praise, 

Where  love  and  peace  are  found. 

4  Prophetic  voices  now  resound — 
Far,  far  and  wide,  they  strike  the  ear  ; 
And  o'er  this  favor'd  clime  they  sound, 
Proclaim  the  Age  of  Reason  near  : 
Her  glorious  light  doth  now  appear, 
And  Superstition  frightened  flies, 

For  truth  her  mighty  weapon  plies, 
And  truth  will  triumph,  nothing  fear. 

Then  let  us  join  in  praise, 

To  truth  and  virtue's  name  ; 

To  love  and  wisdom's  purest  rays, 

In  nature's  wide  domain. 


NO.    II.  J  NATIONAL    HYMNS  45 

LIX. — Tune — "  Gloomy  winter's  now  aw  a." 

Spring. 
1    Gloomy  winter's  past  away, 
Soft  the  zephyrs  gently  play, 
*Moiig  the  boughs,  from  spray  to  spray, 

The  birds  are  singing  cheeringly 
Ships  are  wafting  on  the  main, 
Lambs  are  skipping  o'er  the  plain, 
Clear  the  shining  after  rain, 

The  turtle  coos  endearingly. 

Come,  with  heart  and  voice  unite, 

Pure  affection's  boon  excite, 

Take  the  flowers  of  sweet  delight, 

Nor  come  to  nature  fearingly. 

2  Pluto's  imps  may  spend  their  ire, 
Vulcan  vomit  all  his  lire, 
Priests  may  censure,  all  for  hire, 

And  thunder  forth  alarmingly. 
Truth  maintains  its  solid  ground, 
Scatters  light  and  knowledge  round, 
Bigots  few  will  soon  be  found, 

As  reason  moves  disarmingly. 
Trees  will  bud,  and  birds  will  sing, 
Flow'rs  will  bloom  and  verdure  spring, 
Joy  to  me  they  all  will  bring, 

As  nature  whispers  charmingly. 

LX— L.  M. 

There  is  nothing  like  contentment,. 
1   Go  search  the  fields  of  nature  through, 
Observe  her  various  works  and  ways, 
Learn  all  the  ancients  ever  knew, 
And  seek  for  growing  wealth  or  praise  : 


4G  NATIONAL    HYMNS.  [NO.    II. 

2  Put  on  the  crowns  that  monarchs  wear, 
High  wave  their  sceptres  in  your  hand, 
And  make  your  humble  vassals  stare, 
And  send  your  edicts  through  the  land  : 

3  Command  the  bosom  of  the  sea, 
To  waft  your  vessels  to  and  fro  ; 

Of  wealth  and  grandeur  hold  the  key, 
And  bid  your  armies  come  and  go  : 

4  Of  all  these  acquisitions,  say, 

Can  one  or  all  procure  you  breath  ? 
Or  can  they  lengthen  out  your  day, 
Or  stay  the  cruel  hand  of  death  ? 

5  The  peaceful  mind  who  knowledge  gains, 
Whose  daily  wants  are  just  supplied  ; 
Who  lives  by  labor,  toil  and  pains, 

And  craves  no  gems  to  feed  his  pride  ; 

6  Is  richer  far  than  all  the  wealth, 
Bestowed  on  kings  of  haughty  name  ; 
Nor  would  exchange  his  lasting  health, 
For  all  the  wreaths  of  boasted  fame. 

LXL— C.  M. 

Truth  only  is  perfect. 

1  Go  traverse  all  the  world  around, 

To  distant  regions  roam  ; 
Perfection  never  can  be  found, 
But  in  the  truth  alone. 

2  Were  we  to  go  to  days  of  yore, 

When  men  obeyed  their  god  ; 


NO.     II. J  NATIONAL    HYMNS  47 

Of  Solomon,  or  those  before, 
As  ever  since  the  flood  ; 

3  Where  hath  perfection  e'er  been  found — - 

In  whom  did  love  abide — 
Without  the  faults  which,  all  around 
Are  easy  to  describe  ? 

4  Abraham  of  old,  though  full  of  faith, 

Persisting  unto  blood, 
Beheld  the  ram,  as  scripture  saith, 
Which  in  the  thicket  stood  ; 

5  Of  this  he  makes  his  sacrifice, 

Instead  of  his  own  son  ; 
And  thus  his  god  the  patriarch  tries, 
And  proves  his  faithful  one. 

6  Is  such  a  god  to  be  adored, 

Who  orders  man  to  kill  ; 
And  then  recalls  the  mandate-word, 
As  though  he  changed  his  will  ? 

7  Forbid  it,  Truth  !  let  no  such  thought 

Disturb  the  human  mind  ; 
For  nature  is  for  ever  fraught, 
With  all  that  truth  can  find. 

LXII—  Air— "  Rule  Britannia." 
Land  of  Love  and  Liberty. 
:    Hail,  great  Republic  of  the  world, 
The  rising  empire  of  the  west  ; 
Where    famed    Columbus,    with     mighty 
mind  inspired, 
Gave  tortured  Europe  scenes  of  rest. 
Be  thou  for  ever ,  for  ever  great  and  free, 
Tin  Land  of  love  and  liberhj. 


48  NATIONAL    HYMNS.  [NO.    TT. 

2  Beneath  thy  spreading  mantling  vine, 

Beside  thy  flowery  groves   and  springs, 
And    on    thy    lofty 3  thy    lolly    mountain's 
brow, 

May  all  thy  sons  and  fair  ones  sing. 
Be  thou  for  ever,  fyc. 

3  May  ages,  as  they  rise,  proclaim 

The  glories  of  thy  natal  day, 
And    restless    Europe   from  thy   example 
learn 

To  live,  to  rule,  and  to  obey. 
Be  thou  j or  ever,  fyc. 

4  From  thee  may  hated  discord  fly, 

With  all  her  dark  and  dreary  train, 
And  whilst  thy  mighty,  thy  mighty  waters 

roll, 
May  heart-endearing  concord  reign. 
Be  thou  for  ever,  fyc. 

5  Let  laureates  sing  their  birth-day  odes, 

Or  how  their  death-like  thunders  hurl'd; 
?Tis  ours  the    charter,  the    charter    ours 
alone, 

To  sing  the  birth-day  of  the  world. 
Be  thou  for  ever,  <Sfc. 

LXIII  —  L.  M. 

The  happy  fruits  of  concord. 
1   Happy  the  land  of  every  clime, 

Where  science  beams  her  lucid  rays  ; 
Where  native  truths  with  lustre  shine, 
Attuning  every  heart  to  praise. 


NO.    II. J  NATIONAL    HYMNS.  49 

2  Where  fairest  fruits  of  knowledge  grow, 
And  wisdom  doth  her  charms  display  ; 
Where  tears  of  sorrow  cease  to  flow, 
Or  kindness  wipes  them  all  away. 

3  The  vernal  songsters'  tuneful  notes, 
To  honest  labor  all  invite  ; 

The  fields  and  gardens  yield  their  fruits. 
The  husbandman  they  thus  requite. 

4  But  discord  poisons  human  bliss, 
To  pleasures  is  a  deadly  foe  ; 

It  fills  the  mind  with  deep  distress, 
And  sinks  the  heart  to  bitter  wo. 

5  Then  let  us  all  in  union  join, 
And  ever  seek  the  common  weal  ; 
Let  love  and  charity  combine, 
Each  others'  errors  all  to  heal. 

LXIV.— 6,  4  M. 

The  true  Messiah,  alias  moral  light. 

1  Hark  !  hear  the  cheering  sound, 

Which  joy  imparts  ; 
With  music  all  around, 

Timbrel  and  harps  ; 
Oh  !  listen,  every  one, 
The  true  Messiah's  come, 
To  bring  the  captive  home, 

To  reason's  shore. 

2  The  joy-inspiring  news, 

With  rapture  hear  ; 
The  Gentiles  and  the  Jews, 
o 


50  NATIONAL    HYMNS.  [NO      II 

Both  far  and  near  ; 
The  light  of  truth  appears, 
Dispelling  slavish  {ears, 
And  thus  his  temple  rears, 

In  open  day. 

3  The  light  of  reason  shines — 

In  fervor  glows — 
Emancipates  the  mind 

From  bigot's  woes — 
From  superstition's  awe, 
From  church  and  priestly  law. 
From  hell's  eternal  maw, 

We  now  are  free. 

LXV.— 6,  6,  8  M. 
The  blessings  of  anion. 

1  Hovr  pleasant  'tis  to  see 
Brethren  and  friends  agree, 

Each  in  his  proper  station  move  ; 

And  each  fulfil,  his  part, 

With  sympathizing  heart, 
In  all  the  cares  of  life  and  love. 

2  'Tis  like  the  distant  sun, 
Which  in  his  course  doth  run, 

And  sheds  his  rays  from  pole  to  pole  ; 

Or  like  the  brilliant  star, 

Which  shines  to  us  from  far, 
And  spangles  heaven  with  shining  gold. 


NO.    II.  j  NATIONAL    HYMNS.  51 

3  'Tis  like  the  showers  of  rain, 
That  water  all  the  plain, 

And  make  the  corn  in  rallies  grow  ; 

Or  like  the  fount  of  blood, 

Expands  its  crimson  flood, 
Through  all  the  veins  its  currents  flow. 

4  'Tis  like  the  morning  dew, 
A  blessing  ever  new, 

Which  on  the  hill  and  dale  descends  : 

So  love  spontaneous  Mows, 

Expelling  cruel  foes, 
From  every  heart  of  faithful  friends. 

LXVI.—  6,  6,  8  M. 

Emancipation  from  mental  slavery 

1    How  tlease'd  and  blest  was  I, 
To  hear  the  people  cry, 

Come,  let  us  break  our  yoke  to-day  ! 
Yes,  with  a  cheerful  zeal, 
Our  minds  with  knowledge  fill, 

And  then  our  hearts  will  truth  obey. 

£  No  more  let  us  be  told 

Of  acts  performed  of  old, 
Which  never  more  are  seen  to  rise  ; 

Time  that  is  past  and  gone, 

Can  surely  ne'er  return, 
And  truth  alone  can  make  us  wise. 

3  What  mortal  tongue  can  tell, 
Aught  else  in  heaven  or  hell, 
Than  what  we  see  before  our  eyes  ? 


5C2  NATIONAL  iiv*:ns.  [no.  II. 

Have  e'er  the  streams  of  grace, 
Unfolded  either  place, 
Below  the  deep,  or  in  the  skies  ? 

4  Why,  then,  should  we  resign 

Our  faculties  of  mind, 
And  take  for  truth  what  no  one  knows  ? 

Let  us  the  truth  pursue, 

And  judge  with  reason  true, 
And  calmly  rest  in  her  repose. 

LXVII— «  Lashed  to  the  helm.1* 

The  voyage  of  Human  Life. 

1  In  storms  when  clouds  obscure  the  sky, 
And  thunders  roll,  and  lightnings  fly, 
In  midst  of  all  these  dire  alarms, 

I  think  of  virtue's  honest  charms. 

The  troubled  main, 

The  wind  and  rain, 
My  faithfulness  shall  prove 

Lash'd  to  the  helm, 

Should  seas  o'erwhelm, 
I'd  think  of  those  I  love. 

2  When  rocks  appear  on  every  side, 
And  art  is  vain  the  ship  to  guide, 

In  varied  shapes  when  death  appears, 
The  thoughts  of  home  my  bosom  cheers 
The  troubled  main, 
The  wind  and  rain, 
My  faithfulness  shall  prove  ; 
Lash'd  to  the  helm, 
Should  seas  o'erwhelm, 
I'd  think  of  those  I  love. 


NO.    II. J  NATIONAL    HYMNS  53 

3  But  should  propitious  fate  be  kind, 
Dispel  the  gloom,  and  still  the  wind, 
And  waft  me  to  my  home  once  more. 
Safe  to  my  welcome  native  shore  ; 
No  more  the  main, 
I'd  tempt  again, 
But  tender  joys  improve  ; 
From  bondage  free, 
Should  happy  be, 
Enjoying  those  I  love. 
LXVIII.— Tune— "  The  Highland  March:1 
"  Liberty  or  Death." 

1  In  the  garb  of  the  just,  with  the  fire  of  the  brave, 
From  a  gross  superstition  our  country  to  save ; 
From  a  bondage  more  gross  than  our  fathers  subdued, 
We  have  come  to  give  freedom  by  all  that  is  good. 

Such  our  love  of  liberty,  our  country  and  our  laws, 
Like  our  fathers  in  the  field,  we'll  stand  by  freedom's 

cause, 
JVith  truth  and  reason  on  our  side,  there's  nothing  now 

to  fear, 
Maugre  the  men  of  monkish  pride,  we  hold  our  country 

dear. 

2  From  the  wise  and  the  good,  and  with  reason  our  guide, 
We  shall  take  good  examples,  in  which  we  confide; 
Whether  Socrates,  Jesus,  or  lAither  we  name, 

Or  our  Washington,  Jefferson,  Franklin,  the  same. 
Such  our  love,  4*c. 

3  Willi  such  men  and  true,  as  true  lights  in  our  way, 
Let  us  hold  them  to  view,  that  we  never  may  stray, 
And  with  such  admonition,  we  constant  receive, 

It  will  give  to  posterity  rules  how  to  live. 
Thc7i  we'll  defend  our  liberty,  our  country,  and  our 

laws, 
And  teach  all  our  posterity  to  die  in  freedom's  cause; 
With  truth  and  reason  on  our  side,  have  nothing  e'er  to 

fear, 
Maugre  the  men  of  monkish  pride,  they'll  hold  their 
country  dear. 

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54  NATIONAL    HYMNS.  [i\0 

LXIX  —  6's  M. 

Truth  and  Knowledge . 

1  Let  truth  alone  prevail, 
Within  each  human  breast  ; 
And  error  take  its  flight, 
To  an  eternal  rest. 

2  Truth  cheers  the  wildered  mind  ; 
It  leads  our  steps  aright  ; 
Keeps  sorrow  from  our  hearts, 
And  brings  us  peaceful  light. 

3  True  knowledge  is  the  source 
Of  happiness  and  joy  : 
Alone  can  give  us  peace, 
And  wretchedness  destroy. 

4  Then  hail  all-sacred  truth  ! 
Come,  dwell  in  every  mind  ; 
Ambrosial  odors  spread 
Abroad  on  all  mankind. 

LXX— L.  P.  M. 

The  horrors  of  Slavery. 
1   Let  us  awake  to  freedom's  cause, 
And  vindicate  her  equal  laws, 

As  found  in  nature,  pure,  sublime  ; 
Nor  let  us  cease  till  all  are  found, 
From  east  to  west,  the  world  around, 
In  one  harmonious  union  joined. 

(i   Oh  !   how  can  men  the  right  sustain, 
To  hold  as  slaves  their  fellow  men, 
And  ne'er  their  freedom  ever  yield  ! 


NO.    II.]  NATIONAL    HYMNS.  55 

Was  this  the  law  that  Jesus  taught, 
Was  it  for  this  our  fathers  (ought, 

And  strewM  with   dead  th'  ensanguiu'd 
Held  ? 

3   More  guilty  still  are  human  kind, 
Who  hold  in  chains  the  infant  mind, 

And  till  the  brain  with  idle  dreams. 
Oh  !  then  discard  the  cruel  plan, 
'Tis  knowledge  only  makes  the  man, 
Which  flows  in  nature's  constant  streams 

LXXI. — Air — "  Home,  sweet  home" 
There *s  nothing  like  Truth. 

1  'Mid  fables  and  fallacies,  baubles  of  youth, 

Be  it  ever  so  simple,  there's  nothing  like  truth  : 
A  charm  from  the  scene  seems  to  hallow  the  mind, 
Which  seeks  through  nil  nature  its  beauties  to  find. 

Truth,  truth,  simple  truth, 
There's  nothing  like  truth — there's  nothing  like  truth 

2  A  stranger  to  truth,  fancies  puzzle  the  brain, 

0  give  me  contentment  with  nature  again  ; 
The  sure  life's  enjoyments,  as  days  to  me  fall, 
Give  these  with  my  peace  of  mind  dearer  than  all. 

Truth,  truth,  simple  truth, 
There's  nothing  like  truth — there's  nothing  like  truth. 

LXXII  —  Air— "  The  galley  slave." 
The  religious  maniac. 

1  Oh!  think  on  my  fate,  once!  freedom  enjoyed, 
Was  as  happy  as  happy  could  be, 
But  pleasure  is  fled,  even  hope  is  destroyed, 
A  maniac,  alas  !  aa  you  see. 

1  wus  proinis'd  bright  heav'n,  which  my  mind  did  elate, 
But  failed  for  the  want  of  a  prayer  ; 

When  though!  brings  to  mind  my  once  happy  estate, 
1  sigh  and  I  weep  in  despair  ! 


56  NATIONAL    HYMNS.  [NO.    II 

2  Hard,  hard  ia  my  fate  !  Oh  !  distracted  my  brain  ! 

And  fiends  can  no  pity  impart  ; 
And  'gainst  such  tyrants  I  scorn  to  complain, 

Tears  gush  forth  to  ease  my  full  heart ; 
I  disdain  e'en  to  shrink,  tho'  I  feel  sharp  their  ire, 

Yet  my  breast  bleeds  for  bliss  that's  so  rare, 
While  around  me  is  rolling  their  billows  of  fire, 

I  sigh  !  and  I  weep  in  despair  ! 

3  How  priest-craft  deceives — I  had  pleasures  in  tow, 

The  haven  of  rest  was  in  view  ; 
But  the  blest  happy  morn  was  o'erclouded  with  wo, 

And,  dear  Je.su-s  !   I  hurried  from  you. 
I  lost  my  assurance,  and  I  fell  away, 

And  all  for  the  want  of  a  prayer  : 
But  the  thought  wastes  my  spirits,  my  form  feels  decay — 

I  sigh  !  and  I  die  in  despair  ! 

LXXIIL— Am— «  Sid  Margin*  (Vun  Rio." 
Prudence. 

1  0  haste  not  to  the  gilded  shrine, 

Where  Fortune  throws  her  favors  round! 
Let  nobler  views  thy  mind  incline 
To  turn  where  brighter  honors  shine, 

And  truer  wealth  is  found. 

2  Oh  seek  not  for  the  rosy  bower, 

m Where  Pleasure  fills  the  sparkling  bowl! 
O  yield  not  to  her  'witching  power, 
For  when  she  gives  her  richest  dower 
She  chains  the  captive  soul. 

3  Tempt  not  the  wild  and  steep  ascent, 

Where  proud  Ambition  waves  her  plume, 
There  guilt  may  scowl  and  care  torment. 
Repentance  raise  the  vain  lament, 

And  malice  seal  thy  doom. 


NO.     II.]  NATIONAL    HYMNS.  57 

4  Then  what  is  all  that  mortals  deem 

Enchanting,  lovely,  bright,  or  dear  ? 
Life's  gayest  space  is  fancy's  dream — 
Its  brightest  glance  a  fading  beam, 
Dissolving  in  a  tear. 

LXXIV— 10,  11  M. 

A  call  to  the  nation. 

1  On  wings  of  faith,  men's  fancies  seem  to  rise, 
To  an  inheritance  beyond  the  skies. 

Nor  heart  can  think,  nor  mortal  tongue  can  tell, 
What  fancied  pleasures  in  those  mansions  dwell. 
There  fancy's  idol  lives,  all  bright  and  glorious, 
O'er  an  imagined  hell,  he  reigns  victorious. 

2  O  men  of  common  sense  !   'tis  time  to  wake  ! 
For  freedom's  happiness  is  all  at  stake. 
Assert  your  native  rights,  or  ye  are  sold 

To  cursed  ambition's  pride,  the  fruits  of  gold. 
Arise!  express  the  feelings  of  your  nation. 
Columbia's  sons  are  free  of  every  station. 

3  No  more  let  priestly  din  your  sons  beguile, 
Nor  Europe's  feudal  laws  pollute  your  soil. 
The  people  here  must  rule,  must  make  the  laws, 
As  taught  in  nature's  school,  defend  their  cause. 

Destroy  that  barb'rous  court,  the  Inquisition! 
And  cast  to  moles  and  bats,  all  superstitiou. 

LXXV.— 7,  6  M. 

Exhortation. 

1   Rise,  my  mind,  expand  thy  wings, 
Thine  only  portion  trace  : 
Rise  from  superstitious  things, 
To  iruth,  thy  native  place 


58  NATIONAL    HYMNS.  [NO.     II 

Sun  and  moon  and  stars  remain, 
Time  doth  all  his  pinions  move  ; 
Rise,  my  mind,  thy  portion  claim, 
With  friendship's  cordial  love. 

2  Why  should  mortals  fret  and  tease, 

Perplex  an  unknown  friend  ; 
And  the  better  him  to  please, 

Their  supplications  send  ; 
When  he  ever  is  the  same, 
Naught  can  e'er  his  feelings  move  ; 
And  to  endless  years  remain 

Unchanging  in  his  love  ? 

3  When  the  summer's  scorching  beams 

Shall  heed  the  parched  field, 
Or  the  winter's  chilling  winds 

For  thee  shall  grow  more  mild, 
Then  shall  nature  thee  regard — 
All  thy  supplications  hear, 
Granting  thee  a  great  reward, 

For  all  thy  slavish  fear. 

4  Cease,  my  mind,  O  cease  thy  strife  ! 

Nor  murmur  at  thy  clime  ; 
Live  a  happy,  virtuous  life, 

And  taste  the  joys  of  time, 
'Midst  thy  friends  and  kindred  dwell, 
Take  what  truth  and  nature  send  ; 
Bid  the  world  and  friends  farewell, 

Whene'er  thy  life  shall  end. 


.NO.    II.  |  NATIONAL    HYMNS.  59 

LXXVI.— Air— "  Add  Lang  Sync" 
Patriotism. 

1  Should  former  patr'ots  be  forgot, 

And  ne'er  the  truth  be  told, 
Since  independence  is  our  lot, 
More  precious  far  than  gold  ? 
More  precious  far  than  gold,  my  friends, 

JVor  shotdd  it  e\r  be  sold  ; 
Since  patriots  fought  for  liberty. 
More  precious  far  than  gold. 

2  O  what  is  life,  howe'er  reiinM, 

Which  tyrants  do  uphold, 
Since  they  enslave  the  human  mind, 
More  precious  far  than  gold  ! 
More  precious  far  than  gold,  my  fiends, 
Jind  let  the  truth  be  told,  tfc. 

3  More  dreadful  still  is  holy  ire, 

As  priests  and  bigots  hold, 
Which  wraps  the  soul  in  endless  tire, 
More  precious  far  than  gold. 
More  precious  far  than  gold,  my  fine  nils, 
The  truth  must  now  be  told,  fyc. 

4  Let  children,  then,  no  more  be  taught, 

These  foolish  lies  of  old, 
Which  nip  the  germ  of  human  thought, 
More  precious  far  than  gold. 
More  precious  far  than  gold,  my  friends, 
The  truth  shall  now  be  told,  §c. 


60  NATIONAL    HYMNS.  [NO.    II 

LXXVIL— Air— "  Hey  tuttie,  Udlie." 
"  Liberty  or  Death  .'" 

1  Sons,  who  have  with  truth  he  en  fed  ; 
Sons,  who  by  the  truth  are  led, 
Welcome  to  your  dying  bed, 

Or  to  victory  ! 
Now's  the  day  and  now's  the  hour  ; 
See  the  front  of  battle  low'r, 
See  approach  proud  tyrant's  power, 

Chains  and  slavery  ! 

2  Who  will  be  a  traitor  knave  ? 
Who  can  fill  a  coward's  grave  ? 
Who  so  base  as  be  a  slave  ? 

Coward  !  turn  and  flee. 
Who  for  reason's  cause  and  law 
Freedom's  sword  of  truth  will  draw  ; 
Freeman  stand  with  freeman's  awe, 

Let  him  follow  me. 

3  By  oppression's  woes  and  pains  ! 
By  humanity  in  chains  ! 

We  will  drain  our  dearest  veins, 

But  they  shall  be  free  ! 
Lay  all  superstition  low  ! 
Tyrants  fall  in  every  foe  ! 
Liberty's  in  every  blow  ! 

Freemen  live  or  die  ! 

LXXVIIL— 6  1.  L.  M. 

Ji  call  to  faithfulness. 
1   Soon  as  the  morn  salutes  your  eyes, 
And  from  sweet  sleep,  refreshed,  you  rise, 


NO.     II. J  NATIONAL    HYMNS.  61 

With  grateful  sense  enjoy  the  light, 

•  And  joyful  hail  the  glorious  sight. 
Those  pow'rful  beams,  how  rich  they  flow' 
Enliven  all  things  here  below. 

2  Like  as  the  sun,  let  us  repay 
The  various  duties  of  each  day  ; 
Whate'er  our  hands  shall  rind  to  do,. 
With  eager  zeal  and  love  pursue  ; 
In  every  station  which  we  fill, 

Be  guided  by  the  public  will. 

3  Whatever  else  we  do  beside, 
Let  virtue  all  our  actions  guide  ; 
Whilst  justice,  temp'rance,  truth  and  love, 
With  conscious  rectitude  approve  ; 

Let  patriot  zeal  be  understood, 
And  seek  our  own  in  others'  good. 

LXXIX— 8,  7's.  M. 

Source  of  Life. 

1  Source  of  life  as  found  in  nature, 

Fount  of  all  this  sentient  frame  ! 

Breathed  through  all  of  every  feature, 

Who  but  thee  can  rightly  name  ? 

Such  thy  nature,* 
Human  beings  cannot  know. 

2  Yet  we  celebrate  with  gladness 

Life,  such  as  we  find  it  here  ; 
Nor  let  aught  be  filled  with  sadness  ; — 

*  This  line  must  be  repeated,  i.  e.   sung,  three  times 
for  Helmsley  ;    and  twi<  e  only  for  Jordan. 

6 


62  NATIONAL    HYMNS.  [NO.    II. 

What  on  earth  has  life  to  fear  ? 

Nature  gave  it, 
Nature  takes  it  home  again. 

3  Then  we'll  praise  all-bounteous  nature, 
Praise  shall  sound  from  every  tongue  ; 
Join  my  heart,  with  every  creature, 
Join  the  universal  song. 

Hallelujah, 
Hallelujah,  Amen. 

LXXX.— 7's.  M.— «  Worms." 
Perpetual  motion  of  Nature. 

1  Suns  that  set,  and  moons  that  wane, 
See  !  they  rise  and  wax  again  ! 
Trees  that  winter's  storms  subdue, 
Show  their  buds,  their  leaves  renew  ; 
Ebb  and  flow  is  ocean's  course, 
Man  must  yield  to  nature's  force  ; 
Heav'n  and  earth  shall  still  remain, 
Man  in  nature  lives  again. 

2  Vessels  but  to  havens  steer  ; 
Paths  denote  a  resting  near 
Rivers  flow  into  the  main  ; 
Ice-falls  rest  upon  the  plain  : 
Th'  final  end  of  all  we  see  ; 
Man  thus  reads  his  destiny  ; 
Cloud  and  doubt  e'er  hang  between 
Worlds  of  faith  and  objects  seen. 

3  Th'  Nile,  whose  waves  their  bound'ries 
Slake  the  torrid  desert's  thirst  ;         [burst 


NO      II. J  NATIONAL    HYMNS.  63 

Dew  descending  on  the  hills, 
Life  in  nature's  veins  instills  ; 
Showers  that  on  the  pastures  fall, 
Faded  loveliness  recall  ; 
Man  alone  sheds  tears  of  pain  ! 
W  eeps,  and  ever  weeps  in  vain  !* 

*  Not  always,  perhaps,  as  tears  unburthen  the  heart 
and  reheve  the  mind,  as  well  as  excite  the  compassion 
of  others;  but,  all  beyond  this,  they  are  perfectly  vain 

LXXXL— H.  M. 

TJie  unknown  cause  of  life  and  motion. 
1   The  great,  the  unknown  cause, 

That  moves  all  worlds  in  state, 

Is  found  in  nature's  Laws, 

Unchangeahle  as  fate. 
The  source  of  life,  the  spring  of  springs, 
Ihis  truth,  all  heaven  and  nature  sin^s* 

to 

2  Where'er  we  turn  our  eyes, 
Around  us  we  behold, 
Below,  or  in  the  skies, 
More  truth  than  can  be  told  : 

In  nature's  book,  in  every  line, 
Eternal  truth  and  goodness  shine. 

3  On  truth  all  worlds  depend, 
To  this  we  bow  the  knee  ; 
But  none  can  comprehend 
The  vast  immensity — 

Throughout  all  space,  is  every  where 
Pervades  the  whole,  though   free  from  care 


64  NATIONAL    HYMNS  [NO.    II 

4  Then  let  our  sorrows  cease, 

Be  joy  in  every  breast  ; 

And  let  us  live  in  peace, 

Until  we  go  to  rest  : 
Where  no  rude  voice  shall  e'er  be  heard, 
Or  troubled  seas  our  rest  disturb. 

LXXXIL— L.  M. 

Life  fading  and  transitory. 

1  The  morning  flowers  display  their  sweets, 
And  gay  their  silken  leaves  unfold, 

As  careless  of  the  noonday  heats 
As  fearless  of  the  evening  cold. 

2  Nipp'd  by  the  frosts  unkindly  blast, 
Parch'd  by  the  sun's  fierce,  fiery  ray, 
The  momentary  glories  waste, 

The  short  liv'd  beauties  die  away. 

3  So  blooms  the  lovely  human  face, 
When  youth  its  pride  of  beauty  shows  ; 
Like  spring,  so  sweet  each  sprightly  grace, 
And  beauteous  as  the  virgin  rose. 

4  But  worn  to  waste  by  rolling  years, 
Or  broke  by  sickness  in  a  day, 
The  fading  glory  disappears, 

The  short  liv'd  beauties  die  away. 

5  Since  life  forever  will  not  last, 
Let  us  improve  the  passing  hours, 
Correct  the  present  by  the  past, 
The  future  may  not  long  be  ours. 


NO     II.]  NATIONAL    HYMNS.  65 

LXXXIII.— Air— «  Cauld  kail  inMerdeen." 

Social  Singing. 

1  There  is  a  land  of  liberty, 

Where  oft  church  bells  are  ringing  ; 
But  nothing  fills  the  heart  with  glee 

So  well  as  social  singing. 
That  mortal's  lip  no  pleasure  shares, 

Whose  fortune's  ever  swinging  ; 
Whenever  I  am  fill'd  with  cares, 

I  drive  them  off  with  singing* 

2  Thus  joyfully  my  time  I  spend, 

With  spirits  brisk  and  springing, 
Blest  with  my  life,  my  bosom  friend, 

My  comrades  and  my  singing. 
Then  haste  and  give  a  noble  song, 

Which  other  days  are  bringing  ; 
A  noble  song  comes  never  wrong, 

To  one  that's  fond  of  singing. 

LXXXIV—  II.  M. 
Land  of  Freedom. 

1  The  land  of  freedom,  Hail  ! 
Where  peace  and  science  reign  ; 
Where  love  and  truth  prevail, 
Harmonious  in  their  train. 

Where  foolish  dreams  no  longer  charm, 
Nor  fears  of  hell  excite  alarm. 

2  Where  reason  takes  the  lead, 
The  mind  in  peace  pursues  ; 
Examines  well  each  deed. 

6* 


(]{]  NATION  \f-    HTW  |  NO.    II 

The  good  alone  will  choose, 
"  For  modes  of  faith  let  others  fight  ; 
"  His  can't  be  wrong  whose  life  is  right." 

3  Wherever  sordid  priests, 
Their  angry  gods  uphold  ; 
Their  ignorant  flocks  they  fleece, 
And  barter  faith  for  gold. 

Instead  of  truth  they  visions  give, 
And  for  their  visions  gold  receive. 

4  Hold  !  hold  !  your  day  is  o'er  ! 
With  us  the  mind  is  free  ; 

We  will  be  slaves  no  more, 

Nor  sell  our  liberty  ! 
With  heart  and  hand,  we'll  meet  and  sing, 
And  make  our  land  with  freedom  ring. 

LXXXV— L.  M. 

The  source  of  beings — what  ? 

1  The  source  of  beings  who  can  find  ! 
Or  realize  an  abstract  mind  ? 
Whatever  is,  hath  always  been  ; 

Or  how  could  beings  e'er  begin  ? 

2  Yet  constant  change  is  stamp'd  on  all, 
The  old,  the  young,  the  great  and  small 
How  many  lives  each  day  expire 

To  feed  the  life  of  man's  desire  ! 

3  The  fruit  that  makes  thy  food  to-day — 
The  fish,  or  flesh  that  butchers  slay, 
Was  all  alive,  and  lived  as  free, 
Though  now  the  same  is  life  in  thee. 


SO      II.]  NATIONAL    HYMNS.  67 

4  What  are  thy  parts,  what  is  thy  whole — 
Thy  human  life,  or  mind  or  soul, 

More  than  the  life  which  went  before, 
Which  lived,  and  died,  and  is  no  more  ? 

5  Then  "know  thyself,"  and  know  thy  power, 
And  what  supports  thee  every  hour  ; 
Nor  think  thyself,  nor  less,  nor  more, 
Than  all  that  lived  and  died  before. 

6  Thus  shalt  thou  make  the  most  of  life, 
Free  from  all  feuds — religious  strife  ; 
And  cheerfully  thy  hands  employ, 

In  deeds  of  comfort,  peace  and  joy. 

LXXXVI.— 6  1.  10's.  M. 
Moral  Beauty. 

1  'Tis  not  alone  in  th'  orient  flush  of  morn, 
In  cowslip  bell,  or  in  the  blossom  thorn, 

In  noon's  high  hour,  or  in  the  twilight's  hush, 
In  shaded  stream,  or  in  the  rose's  blush, 
Or  in  ought  else  that  nature's  pencil  gives, 
That  mildly  fair  the  angel  beauty  lives. 

2  Oh  no  !  it  lives,  and  breathes,  and  tranquil  lies 
In  peaceful  home,  more  pure  than  morning  skies, 
In  th'  heart  of  innocence  it  loves  to  dwell, 
Which  comes,  in  sighs,  or  with  a  tear,  to  tell 
Sweet  dreams  that  flow  from  nature's  fount  of  love, 
To  mingle  with  the  fancied  gods  above. 

3  Tt  lives  in  hearts  where  mercy's  melting  eye 
Looks  out  upon  the  world  with  charity  ; 
Whose  generous  hand  delights  with  care  to  heal 
The  wounds  of  grief  that  sorr'wing  mourner's  feel, 
Without  a  wish,  or  hope,  or  even  thought, 

That  light  should  shine  on  any  deed  it  wrought. 


68  NATIONAL    BVMNS  [NO.    II 

4  Jt  lives  vvitliin  the  breast  that  nought  inspires 
But  manly  feelings,  hold  and  high  desires, 
Where  nothing  can  ari^e  like  selfish  dream, 
When  visions  of  vain  glory  'round  it  gleam — 
Proud  visions  ail,  that  show  a  lilted  mind, 
The  utmost  reach  of  all  the  human  kind. 

5  Spirit  of  beauty,  hail  !    my  heart  is  thine, 

I  lose  thee  not  when  faint  the  day  beams  shine  ; 
Thy  image  still  is  in  my  constant  gaze, 
In  midnight  hour,  or  in  the  noontide  blaze, 
And  none  can  tell  except  a  heart  unsold, 
The  fervent  joy  which  all  thy  lovers  hold. 

LXXXVIL— L.  M. 

The  immutability  of  Truth. 

1  To  spread  the  truth,  and  truth  alone, 
May  this  he  our  unvaried  aim  ; 
Though  phantom's  seeds,  profusely  shown 
Fill  all  the  paths  to  truth's  domain. 

2  To  pluck  these  phantoms  from  the  mind, 
And  lay  the  naked  truth  to  view  ; 

Let  us  unite  with  feelings  kind, 

And  study  nature  through  and  through. 

3  The  truth  will  ever  stand  the  test, 
Though  oft  assailed  on  every  side  ; 
And  he  alone  is  truly  blest, 

Who  ever  makes  the  truth  his  jruide. 

4  Chimeras'  dreams  we'll  do  away, 
Nor  trust  to  vision's  idle  prate  ; 

Too  long  have  phantoms  home  the  sway, 
Too  long  has  credence  ruled  the  state 


IfO      II.  |  NATIONAL    HYMNS.  69 

5  Instead  of  faith  let  knowledge  stand, 
As  first,  as  last,  best  hope  of  man  ; 
All  present  good  it  doth  command, 
All  future  days  are  in  its  plan. 

LXXXVIII.— 7's.  M. 

Social  Love. 
1    When  the  truth  shall  lead  us  home, 
When  we  to  its  temple  come, 
W  e  shall  all  its  goodness  prove 
Of  the  only  source  of  love  : 
Hither  all  your  music  bring, 
Strike  aloud  each  cheerful  string  . 
Mortals  join  the  stars  above, 
.Join  to  praise  the  source  of  love. 

l2  Old  and  young,  your  voices  raise. 
Tune  your  lips  in  social  praise, 
Strike  the  notes  upon  the  lyre, 
All  to  happiness  aspire. 
Cease  contention,  discord,  strife, 
Lessen  all  the  cares  of  life, 
Virtue  ne'er  can  disapprove 
Cordial  hearts  of  social  love 

PART    II 

S  Tearh  your  children  honest  truth, 
Guide  the  dangerous  steps  of  youth, 
True  to  virtue's  moral  rule, 
Taught  in  nature's  faithful  school. 
Shun  old  Pluto's  foolish  lies-, 
Shun  the  paths  of  every  vice, 
Thus  the  minds  of  all  improve, 
Thus  unite  in  social  love. 


70  NATIONAL    HYMNS.  [\0. 

4  Hopes  of  heaven  to  those  who  need, 
Fears  of*  hell,  the  bigot's  creed, 
Each  is  nothing  but  a  dream  ; — 
Seek  no  longer  worlds  unseen. 
Give  to  each  the  meed  that's  due, 
Paths  of  light  and  truth  pursue  ; 
Never  from  these  precepts  rove, 
Live  and  die  in  social  love 

LXXXIX— 6,  6,  4  M. 
Industry. 

1  Unmingled  joys  abound, 
With  friendship  all  around, 

Arise  and  sing  ; 
The  light  and  truth  adore 
Which  give  us  blessings  more 
Than  all  we  had  before, 

Such  comforts  bring. 

2  Like  as  the  busy  bee, 
In  perfect  liberty, 

Sucks  every  flower  ; 
So  we.  to  knowledge  gain, 
Should  traverse  all  the  plain, 
The  source  of  wisdom  drain. 

And  try  its  power. 

3  Like  as  the  emmet-throng, 
Their  labors  to  prolong, 

Unite  as  one  ; 
So  men  of  industry, 
Should  cordially  agree, 
And  live  in  harmony, 

Beneath  the  sun. 


NO.     II. J  NATIONAL    IIV^  71 

4  0  never  be  ashamed, 

Such  insects  should  be  named, 

To  give  us  speed  ; — 
Learn  wisdom  of  the  ant, 
And  after  knowledge  pant, 
Your  stores  will  ne'er  be  scant, 

In  time  of  need. 

XC— C.  M. 

The  vanity  of  seeking  for  occult  qualities  in 
Nature. 

1  What  nature  is  no  mortal  knows, 

And  therefore  none  can  tell  ; 

The  universe,  as  larguage  flows, 

Would  suit  the  truth  as  well. 

2  Yet  nature  in  her  varied  forms, 

Applies  to  local  things  ; 
To  men,  to   beasts,  fish,  fowl  and  worms, 
As  each  to  nature  clings. 

3  The  universe  produces  all — 

(As  nature  keeps  her  course) 
Unnumbered  beings,  great  and  small, 
By  one  projectile  force. 

4  Yet  further  should  we  try  to  go — 

To  search  the  hidden  springs 
From  whence  the  streams  of  nature  flow, 
Or  study  occult  things, 

5  How  vain  would  be  the  fruitless  task, 

The  labor  all,  how  vain  ! 
The  search  can  only  give  at  last, 
The  labor  for  the  pain  ' 


72  NATIONAL    HYMNS,  [no      II. 

6  Then  let  us  be  content  to  know 
What  obv'ously  appears  ; 
Nor  further  let  us  strive  to  go, 
In  search  of  endless  years. 

XCI.— 8.  7's.  M. 

Prayers  to  an   unchangeable    being  wholly 
useless. 

1  Why  should  terror  longer  seize  us, 

Since  we  are  in  health  to-day  ? 
Why  should  men  with  error  teaze  us, 
Saying  that  we  all  must  pray  ? 

2  If  my  maker  is  unchanging, 

Why  should  I  ask  him  to  turn  ? 
If,  in  anger,  he  is  raging, 

Will  his  anger  cease  to  burn  ? 

3  If  his  goodness  is  unbounded, 

Can  I  make  it  larger  still  ? 
If  his  love  is  not  surrounded, 
Why  may  I  not  drink  my  fill  ? 

4  If  his  wisdom  ne'er  increases, 

Why  should  I  enlarge  the  same  ? 
If  his  justice  never  ceases, 
How  can  I  avoid  its  claim  ? 

5  If  his  knowledge  is  all-knowing, 

What  can  creatures  let  him  know  ? 
If  his  mercy  is  o'erflowing, 

Where's  the  place  for  future  wo  ? 

6  I'll  no  longer  heed  such  notions, 

While  I  live  to  draw  my  breath  ; 
And  when  life  shall  cease  its  motions, 
Calmly  I  will  Bleep  in  death. 
END    or    NUMBER    TWO, 


No.    III. 

NATIONAL  HYMNS. 


9-2.— C.  M. 
The  Progress  of  Nature. 

1  All  nature  dies  and  lives  again: 

The  flow'r  that  paints  the  held, 
The  trees  that  grace  the  mountain's  brow, 
And  boughs  and  blossoms  yield, 

2  Resign  the  honors  of  their  form 

At  winter's  stormy  blast, 
And  leave  the  naked,  leafless  plain, 
A  desolated  waste. 

3  Yet  soon  reviving  plants  and  flow'rs 

Anew  shall  deck  the  plain; 
The  woods  shall  hear  the  voice  of  spring, 
And  flourish  green  again. 

4  So  man,  although  he  fades  away, 

Lives  in  another  race, 
And  each  doth  fill  his  little  round 
Of  life,  of  time  and  space. 

5  The  aged  sire  who  falls  to-day, 

Leaves  offspring  of  his  kind, 
So  every  link  in  nature's  chain 
Leaves  other  links  behind. 

6  Thus  all  the  links  of  ceaseless  time 

Make  one  eternal  round; 
Without  beginning,  pause,  or  end, 
Nor  yet  cessation  found. 
7 


74  NATIONAL    HYMNS.  [NO.   III. 

93.— L  M. 
The  operations  of  Nature  manifest  an  incompre- 
hensible power. 

1  All  nature  speaks,  let  men  give  ear, 
And  stand  erect,  attentive,  free; 
The  voice  of  nature  they  shall  hear, 
The  works  of  nature  they  shall  see. 

2  Beho-ld  the  stars  with  sparkling  light, 
And  planets  which  in  order  move! 
They  mount  in  ether's  tow'ring  height, 
And  raise  our  thoughts  to  orbs  above. 

3  The  glorious  sun,  whose  gentle  beams 
Enliven  all  things  here  below; 

And  lucid  moon,  with  paler  gleams, 
Dame  nature's  power  in  grandeur  show. 

4  Survey  the  whole  capacious  earth, 

The  sea  and  land,  rocks,  hills  and  plains; 
The  power  of  nature  gave  them  birth, 
And  by  one  law  the  whole  maintains. 

5  Behold  the  trees  in  verdure  rise! 
What  beauty  shines  in  all  their  leaves! 
Behold  the  birds  that  mount  the  skies, 
And  fish  that  fill  the  mighty  seas! 

6  In  them  is  seen  a  matchless  power, 
From  which  all  living  beings  came: 
Then  let  us  all  the  truth  adore, 
And  bow  before  its  mighty  name. 


HO.  III.]  NATIONAL    HYMNS.  75 

94.-8  /.  C.  M. 
Where  is  the  Spirit  gone  ? 

1  Answer  me,  burning  stars  of  night, 

Where  has  the  spirit  gone, 
That,  past  the  reach  of  human  sight, 

E'en  as  a  breeze  hath  flown? 
The  stars  then  answer 'd  me,  u  We  roll 

In  light  and  power  on  high; 
But  of  the  never  dying  soul, 

Ask  things  that  cannot  die.55 

2  O,  many  toned  and  chainless  wind, 

Thou  art  a  wanderer  free: 
Tell  me  if  thou  its  place  can  find, 

Far  over  mount  and  sea? 
And  the  wind  murmur'd  in  reply, 

11  The  blue  deep  I  have  crossed, 
And  met  its  barks  and  billows  high, 

But  not  what  thou  hast  lost." 

3  Ye  clouds  that  gorgeously  repose 

Around  the  setting  sun, 
Answer — have  ye  a  home  for  those 

Whose  earthly  race  has  run? 
The  bright  clouds  answered,  "  We  depart, 

We  vanish  from  the  sky : 
Ask  what  is  deathless  in  thy  heart 

For  that  which  cannot  die." 

4  Speak,  then,  thou  voice  of  Nature,  thou, 

Though  of  the  deep,  low  tone, 
Answer  me,  through  life's  restless  now, 
Where  is  the  spirit  flown? 


76  NATIONAL    HYMNS,  [  NO.   III. 

And  the  voice  answer'd,  "  Be  thou  still: 

Enough  'tis  thine  to  know, 
Clouds,  winds,  and  stars  their  task  fulfil, 

'Tis  yours  to  look  rjelow." 

95.— ll's.  M. 
Exultation. 

1  Come,  freemen,  awaken;   come,  hail  the  glad  day, 
Our  hearts  swell  with  tidings,  our  tongues  shall  obey; 
Let  joyful  exultings  unceasing  arise, 

And  join  the  full  chorus  that  gladdens  the  skies. 

2  No  longer  deluded,  our  minds  all  are  free; 

Our  tongues  are  unloosed,  and  we  shout — liberty* 
With  joyful  exulting*  our  songs  shall  arise, 
And  join  the  full  chorus  that  gladdens  the  skies. 

3  No  king-craft  is  dreaded,  no  priest-craft  is  feared; 
Our  laws,  our  own  making;   our  counsels,  revered, 
Our  youth  well  instructed,  they  open  their  eyes, 
And  join  the  full  chorus  that  gladdens  the  skies. 

4  Here  raise  the  bold  standard,  the  ensign  on  high, 
Away  with  •ppression,  the  base  sordid  lie; 
When  foul  superstition,  when  bigotry  flies, 
We'll  join  the  full  chorus  that  gladdens  the  skies. 

96  —7,  6  M. 
A  Call  from  the  Oppressed. 
1    Fkom  Greenland's  iey  mountains, 
From  India's  coral  strand; 
Where  Afric's  sunny  fountains 
Roll  down  their  golden  sand; 
From  Egypt's  ancient  river, 
From  many  palmy  plains, 
We  hear  the  cry,  "  Deliver 
Our  land  from  error's  chains." 


NO.   III.]  NATIONAL    HYMNS.  77 

2  The  iron  yoke — oppression, 
When  tyrants  bear  the  sway; 
Alike  in  each  profession, 
Where  honor  leads  the  way; 
Is  laid  on  those  who  labor, 
And  toil  for  all  the  wealth; 
Who  think  it  a  great  favor, 
To  have  their  life  and  health. 

3  Alas!  the  proud  dominion, 
Of  superstition's  god! 

Who  spreads  his  mighty  kingdom, 
And  rules  it  with  his  nod; 
Who's  fill'd  with  wrath  and  vengeance, 
Gainst  all  who  are  his  foes; 
But  void  of  all  resemblance 
To  nature's  calm  repose. 

4  Awake  to  truth  and  nature, 
No  longer  be  afraid; 

They  cause  alike  each  creature, 

As  all  things  else  are  made; 

Each  link  begun  and  ended, 

Progressive,  moving  on, 

Is  nature  but  extended, 

And  shows  the  chain  but  one. 

97.-8,  7'sM. 
Gather  your  Roses  while  you  may. 
I  Gather  your  roses  while  you  may, 
Old  time  is  ever  flying; 
And  that  same  flower  which  blooms  to-day, 
To-morrow  may  be  dying. 
7* 


78  NATIONAL    HYMNS.  [NO.   III. 

2  Wisely  improve  the  present  hour, 

Be  innocently  merry; 
Slight  not  the  pleasures  in  your  power, 
Which  will  not,  cannot  tarry. 

3  Let  virtue  ever  be  your  guide, 

While  merged  in  fleeting  pleasure; 
All  other  objects  else  beside, 
Can  prove  no  lasting  treasure 

4  Tho'  time  must  fly,  tho'  flowers  may  fade, 

And  pleasure  prove  uncertain; 
In  friendship's  path  we'll  ever  tread, 
Till  death  shall  drop  the  curtain. 

98.— C.  M. 
Contentment. 

1  Give  me  some  green  retired  spot, 

Far  from  the  world's  deceit, 
Be  mine  the  ivy  cover'd  cot; 
The  shaded,  cool  retreat. 

2  And  let  some  tall  and  reverend  palm 

Stretch  its  broad  shadow  round — 
And  underneath  its  branching  arm 
A  rustic  seat  be  found. 

3  And  let  the  gentle  waters  lave, 

In  streams  beside  my  door, 
With  rounded  pebbles  'neath  the  wave, 
The  freshen'd  green  their  shore. 

4  Give  me  with  these,  a  single  rood, 

Of  fruitful  garden  ground, 
Where  I  may  raise  my  healthy  food, 
And  take  my  morning  round. 


NO.   III.]  NATIONAL    HYMNS.  79 

5  And,  oh!  to  make  my  bliss  complete, 

Give  me  my  gentle  spouse; 
To  bless  tiiis  kind,  secure  retreat, 
With  love's  unbroken  vows. 

6  Grant  this — and  every  thought  beside 

That  fills  the  grasping  mind; 
Desires  of  wealth,  or  haughty  pride, 
I'll  scatter  to  the  wind. 

99.— L.  M. 
The  Fount  of  Life. 

1  Great  source  of  beings!  Fount  of  life! 

Which  people  air,  or  earth,  or  sea! 
All  creatures  feel  thy  power,  but  man 
A  grateful  tribute  pays  to  thee. 

2  Subject  to  wants,  he  looks  around. — 

From  nature's  goodness  seeks  supplies; 
When  by  mistake,  he  error  finds, 
He  seeks  wherein  the  error  lies. 

3  Exhaustless  Fountain!  all  are  thine; 

All  feel  thy  kind,  impartial  care; 
And  through  each  changing  scene  of  life, 
Alike  thy  constant  bounties  share. 

4  And  whether  grief  oppress  the  heart; 

Or  whether  joy  elate  the  breast; 

Or  life  still  keep  its  varying  course; 

Or  death  invite  the  heart  to  rest: 

5  All— all  result  from  Nature's  laws, 

Unchanging  all  are  in  their  course; 
And  man,  and  all  things,  must  submit 
To  Nature's  far  superior  force. 


80  NATIONAL    HYMNS.  [NO.  III. 

100.— AN  ODE. 
Air. — "  Rule  Britannia." 

1  Hail,  dawning  light,  immortal,  free, 

O  welcome  to  our  grateful  hearts! 
Thy  truth  eternal,  emancipates  from  fear, 

And  joyful  peace  to  all  imparts. 
Be  thou  victorious,  victorious  ever  be, 
And  reconcile  the  world  to  thee. 

2  From  depths  of  night,  in  gloomy  cells, 

The  fear  of  death  and  hell  was  rear'd; 
But  native  reason  hath  bro't  the  festive  day, 

And  death  no  more  can  now  be  feared. 
Be  thou  $fc. 

3  To  freedom's  heroes,  noble  names, 

We  pay  a  tribute  justly  due;  [folds, 

Still  truth  undaunted,  far  brighter  scenes  un- 

And  keeps  the  glorious  work  in  view. 
Be  thou  fyc. 

4  Let  Reason  guide  (he  human  mind, 

Adorned  with  every  lovely  grace;    [peace, 
Then  native  wisdom,  whose  ways  are  Icwe  and 

Shall  virtue  teach  the  human  race. 
Be  thou  <^c. 

101.— L.  M. 

Contentment. 
1   Hail,  sacred  peace!  Contentment  sweet! 
Thy  calm  repose  inspires  my  tongue; 
While  music  doth  he»r  numbers  beat, 
To  thee  alone  I'll  raise  my  song. 


NO.   III.]  NATIONAL    HYMNS.  81 

2  Blest  with  thine  all-supporting  charms, 
The  needy  poor  have  quick  relief; 
Without  the  aid  of  thy  kind  arms, 
The  rich  are  fill'd  with  wo  and  grief. 

3  The  absence  of  our  warmest  friends, 
Thy  soothing  presence  well  supplies; 
With  thee  the  mind  itself  transcends, 
And  all  the  ills  of  life  defies. 

4  Not  all  the  riches  of  the  east, 
Nor  all  the  gems  of  boasted  fame, 
Can  spread  so  rich  or  sumpt'ous  feast, 
Or  give  to  man  a  nobler  name. 

5  O  precious  gem  of  sweet  content! 

Let  me  but  know  and  feel  thy  charms; 
Millions  may  be  by  others  spent, 
While  I  rest  safely  in  thine  arms. 

102.— 6  I.  L.M. 

The  Tear  of  Sympathy. 

1  How  lovely  in  the  arch  of  heaven 

Appears  yon  sinking  orb  of  light, 
As,  darting  through  the  clouds  of  even, 

It  gilds  the  rising  shades  of  night! 
Yet  brighter,  fairer  shines  the  tear 
That  trickles  o'er  misfortune's  bier. 

2  Sweet  is  the  murmur  of  the  gale 

That  whispers  thro'  the  summer's  grove! 
Soft  is  the  tone  of  friendship's  tale, 

And  softer  still  the  voice  of  love; 
Yet  softer  still  the  tears  that  flow 
To  mourn — to  sooth  another's  wo! 


g2  NATIONAL    HYMNS.  [NO.   Ill 

3  Richer  than  richest  diadem 

That  glitters  on  the  monarch  s  brow! 
Purer  than  ocean's  purest  gem, 

Or  all  that  wealth  or  art  can  show— 
The  drop  that  swells  in  Pity's  eye, 
The  pearl  of  sensibility. 

4  Let  false  philosophy  decry 

The  noblest  feeling  of  the  mind; 
Let  wretched  sophists  madly  try 

To  prove  a  pleasure  more  refined: 
They  only  strive  in  vain  to  steel 
The  tenderness  they  cannot  feel! 

5  To  sink  in  Nature's  last  decay, 

Without  a  friend  to  mourn  the  fall, 
To  mark  its  embers  die  away, 

Deplored  by  few— unwept  by  all— 
This— this  is  sorrow's  deadliest  curse, 
Nor  hate,  nor  hell,  can  form  a  worse! 

6  Take  wealth— I  know  its  paltry  worth! 

Take  honor— it  will  pass  away: 
Take  power — I  scorn  the  bounded  earth! 

Take  pomp— its  trappings  soon  decay; 
But  spare  me,  grant  me  Pity's  tear, 
To  sooth  my  wo,  and  mourn  my  bier. 

103.— L.  M. 
Love  and  Harmony. 
'    1   How  pleasing  is  the  lovely  sight. 
Oh!  how  it  does  mv  heart  delight! 
To  see  the  sons  of  peace  agree, 
And  live  in  social  harmony 


NO.  III.]  NATIONAL    HYMNS.  83 

2  How  blest  is  that  fraternal  band, 
Who  now  in  sweet  agreement  stand, 
Where  every  heart  can  sympathize, 
When  blessings  flow  or  troubles  rise  ! 

3  O  may  each  heart  among  us  be 
One  of  this  blest  fraternity; 
With  moral  goodness  to  maintain, 

Where  peace  and  love  and  friendship  reign! 

4  To  cultivate  this  moral  tie, 
Let  truth  detect  the  foolish  lie; 

For  from  the  fact  of  knowing  things, 
This  social  love  and  union  springs. 

104.— S.  M. 
The  vanity  of  idle  dreams, 

1  How  vain  are  idle  dreams! 

How  false!  and  yet  how  fair! 
This  world  no  solid  comfort  brings, 
If  love  be  wanting  there. 

2  See  monarchs  richly  crowned! 

With  vassals  at  their  feet; 
Their  fame  is  but  an  empty  sound; 
A  word  of  fond  deceit. 

3  The  honors  men  bestow 

No  pleasures  can  afford, 
Nor  all  the  pomp  of  wealthy  show 
Without  a  kind  regard. 

4  Such  pomp  will  pass  away, 

Just  like  the  running  stream; 
And  life  itself  will  soon  decay, 
And  every  idle  dream. 


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5  Come,  then,  improve  each  hour — 
And  as  the  moments  fly, 
Regale  thyself  with  life's  sweet  flower, 
Which  soon  will  droop  and  die. 

105. — Air — I  see  them  on  their  ivinding  way 
The  Martyrs. 

1  I  see  the  Martyr  march  along, 
The  centre  of  a  zealot  throng, 

I  see  the  monks  their  crosses  raise, 
And  eager  point  the  eddying  hlaze! 
I  see  the  victim's  blanching  cheek, 
Pale  nature's  dread  of  torture  speak; 
But  in  the  stern  fanatic's  eye, 
I  read  the  power  of  bigotry! 
Behold  his  look,  so  wild  and  proud, 
As  glance  his  eyes  above  the  crowd; 
In  vain  the  priests  around  him  press, 
He'll  not  recant,  he'll  not  confess! 

2  "Recant!  recant!  "  the  priests  exclaim, 
"  Or  die  amid  yon  burning  flame;  " 
From  whence  thy  soul,  as  canons  tell, 
Will  take  its  place  in  burning  Hell  ! 
"No,"  shouts  the  victim,  "I  shall  rest, 
In  safe  repose  on  Abram's  breast; 
And  see  you  all  in  brimstone  roll, 

Lay  shrieking  *  Martyr,  save  my  soul! ' 
In  vain  ye'll  shriek,  in  vain  ye'll  weep, 
No  water  wets  your  parching  lip! 
While  I  in  joy  eternal  dwell, 
Enhanced  by  view  of  suff'ring  Hell!  " 


NO.  III.]  NATIONAL    HYMNS.  85 

3  He  dies — we  hope  he  rests  in  peace, 
Where  all  our  pains  and  sorrows  cease, 
His  view  of  Hell  has  pass'd  away; 
His  hopes  of  bliss,  ah!  where  are  they? 
His  fierce  oppressors,  in  their  turn, 
By  other  sects  condemn'd  may  burn, — 
And  still  the  rack  and  faggot  reign, 
Till  mental  freedom  breaks  the  chain. 
Ah!  then,  like  brethren  men  may  dwell— 
No  wild  dispute  of  heaven  or  hell; 
By  virtue  led,  with  wisdom  blest, 
Earth  will  have  peace  and  man  have  rest. 
106.— C.  M. 
The  reign  of  Knowledge. 

1  Knowledge  its  empire  shall  extend; 

Beneath  its  gentle  swaj, 
Kings  of  the  earth  shall  humbly  bend, 
And  peaceful  laws  obey 

2  From  sea  to  sea,  from  shore  to  shore, 

All  nations  shall  be  blest; 
Shall  hear  the  noise  of  war  no  more— 
The  people  shall  have  rest. 

3  As  rain  descends  in  gentle  showers, 

In  each  returning  spring; 
And  calls  to  life  the  fragrant  flowers, 
Which  makes  the  turtle  sing; 

4  So  knowledge  in  a  gen'rous  mind 

Frees  the  wrung  heart  from  wo; 
Its  blessings  on  all  human  kind, 
In  gentle  currents  flow, 
8 


86  NATIONAL    HYMNS.  [NO.  III. 

5  Long  as  the  sun  shall  rule  the  day, 

Or  moon  shall  cheer  the  night; 
True  knowledge  shall  its  sceptre  sway, 
With  never-ceasing  light. 

6  All  that  the  reign  of  vice  destroyed, 

True  knowledge  shall  restore; 
And  from  its  treasures  richly  stored, 
Shall  give  us  blessings  more. 

107. — Air — Adams  and  Liberty, 
Let  us  hail  the  fair  prospect. 

1  Let  us  hail  the  fair  prospect  that  opens  around  us, 
The  triumph  of  reason,  the  inarch  of  the  mind! 

We  have  broken  the  chain  with  which  ignorance  bound  us, 

Thy  links,  Superstition!  are  nearly  untwined! 
In  defence  of  our  laws,  in  bold  Liberty's  cause; 
Our  fathers  have  fought  'mid  their  country's  applause! 
And  their  sons,  still  shall  rally  at  Liberty's  call, 
Till  the  worm  eaten  altars  of  bigotry  fall! 

2  On  the  Andes  cold  height,  robed  in  splendor  sublime, 
The  Genius  of  Freedom  assumes  his  high  station, 

With  rapture  he  smiles  as  the  progress  of  time, 
Presents  to  his  view  an  enlightening*  nation! 
He  beholds  with  delight,  the  dark  phantoms  of  night, 
Pale  credulity's  offspring  retreat  from  the  light! 
And  bids  his  sons  rally  when  Liberty  calls, 
Till  the  gloomy  old  temple  of  ignorance  falls. 

3  Hark!  loud  on  the  breeze,  swell  the  accents  of  wo! 
'Tis  the  shriek  of  despair  from  dethroned  Superstition; 

Her  sceptre  is  broken,  her  crown  is  laid  low! 
She  sheds  tears  of  despite,  but  not  of  contrition. 
Were  her  sceptre  as  strong,  and  her  arm  still  as  long, 
As  they  were  in  the  days  of  proud  chivalry's  song; 
She  would  bid  her  fierce  children  arise  in  their  rage, 
And  quench  heresy's  torch  in  the  blood  of  the  sage! 


NO.   III.]  NATIONAL    BffMNS.  87 

4  Oh  Science  !  mild  Science,  we  hail  thy  blest  birth! 

But  for  thee  !   what  would  raise  us  above  the  red  savage! 
Like  him  we  might  live  with  the  beasts  of  the  earth; 

Like  the  panther  might  prowl,  like  the  tiger  might  ravage, 
Where  deep  in  earth's  clay,  the  bright  mineral  lay, 
Thine  eye  sees  the  mine  and  thy  hand  points  the  way, 
But  for  thee!  might  astronomy  sink  in  despair, 
And  the  ocean  be  pathless  lor  man — as  the  air. 

108.— Air— "  Tulloch  Goram.' 

Reasons  Celebration. 

1  Let  Reason's  sons  in  one  accord, 
Proclaim  to  man  the  sacred  word, 
That  Nature  is  the  Sov'reign  Lord, 

Throughout  the  whole  creation. 
Let  men  in  common  all  agree, 
To  live  in  bonds  of  unity, 
And  in  festive  mirth  and  glee, 

Hail  Reason's  celebration. 

2  To  use  our  reason  's  our  delight, 
It  makes  all  men  as  one  unite, 

To  see  what's  wrong  and  what  is  right, 

In  their  true  situation. 
That  should  our  reason  blinded  be, 
We  may  refute  it  openly, 
That  all  mankind  may  clearly  see 

Through  Reason's  celebration. 

3  Let  common  sense  then  but  prev.ail, 
And  tell  its  own  unvarnished  tale, 
How  man  is  cheated  by  wholesale, 

By  creeds  of  priests'  invention. 


88  NATIONAL    HYMNS.  [NO.   III. 

By  hidden  mysteries  unrevealed, 
By  wily  priests  as  now  upheld, 
That  they  may  keep  mankind  inthral'd, 
To  suit  their  base  intentions. 

4  While  priests  and  bigots  strive  and  fight, 
To  keep  men  from  becoming  right, 
And  thunder  out  their  venom  spite, 

On  all  who  do  oppose  them, 
Oh,  firm  united  let  us  be, 
Forever  live  in  amity, 
Till  priestly  fears  are  made  to  flee, 

By  reasons  which  expose  them. 

5  Then  virtue  shall  men's  ways  adorn, 
And  generous  deeds  each  bosom  warm, 
And  every  act  with  shame  will  spurn, 

That  stops  man's  exaltation. 
But  happy  minded  still  we  '11  be, 
Rejoicing  in  true  liberty, 
For  mankind  will  like  brothers  be, 

In  reason's  celebration. 

PART   II. 

1  Should  Persecution  raise  its  head, 
With  iron  hand  and  haughty  tread, 
Attempt  to  strike  its  victims  dead, 

Or  stamp  them  with  pollution; 
We'll  tooldly  march  into  the  field, 
Where  reason  is  the  only  shield, 
The  sword  of  truth  alone  we'll  wield, 

And  plead  the  Constitution. 


NO.  III.]  NATIONAL    HYMNS.  89 

2  Should  foes  declare,  "  We  have  a  law," 
To  keep  Enquirers  all  in  awe, 

As  good  as  Spaniards  ever  saw 

In  Holy  Inquisition; 
It  may  be  so;  such  laws,  indeed! 
Which  all  from  bigotry  proceed, 
With  bolts  and  bars  to  aid  a  creed, 

Are  fraught  with  superstition. 

3  The  people  also  have  a  law — 

Let  us  from  thence  conclusions  draw, 
And  see  if  men  should  stand  in  awe 

Of  priestly  lords'  dominion; 
"  No  man  shall  ever  be  restrained, 
His  person  hurt,  estate  detained, 
Nor  shall  he  e'er  be  even  blamed, 

For  teaching  his  opinion." 

109.— 6  /.  L.  M. 
Ode  to  Charity. 

1  Offspring  of  Truth,  and  Virtue's  friend, 

Bright  Charity,  inspire  the  lay; 
Thine  influence  o'er  the  world  extend, 

And  shine  in  all  a  cloudless  day: 
To  thee  our  constant  vows  are  paid, 
Thy  praise  we  hymn,  celestial  maid. 

2  When  Vulcan  rages  unconfined, 

And  Neptune  mourns  his  baffled  power; 
When  flames  aspiring  wTith  the  wind, 

To  heaven's  high  arch  resistless  tower: 
'Tis  thou  our  hearts  with  pity's  glow, 
Inspir'st  to  feel  for  human  wo. 


90  NATIONAL    HYMNS.  [NO.   III. 

3  Come,  then,  all  bounteous  as  thou  art, 
And  hide  thee  from  our  sight  no  more; 
Touch  every  soul,  expand  each  heart, 

That  breathes  on  freedom's  chosen  shore: 
Columbia's  sons,  with  pity's  glow, 
Inspire  to  feel  for  human  wo. 
110.— 8,  8,4  M. 
Life  fades  away. 

1  Oh!  let  the  mind  its  slumbers  break, 
Arouse  its  senses,  and  awake, 

To  see  how  soon 
Life,  like  its  glories,  fades  away, 
And  the  stern  footsteps  of  decay 

Come  stealing  on. 

2  And  while  we  eye  the  rolling  tide, 
Down  which  our  flowing  minutes  glide 

Away  so  fast, 
Let  us  the  present  hour  employ, 
And  deem  each  future  dream  a  joy 

Already  past. 

3  Let  no  vain  hope  deceive  the  mind; 
No  happier  let  us  hope  to  find 

To-mor'w  than  t'-dav. 
Our  golden  dreams  of  yore  were  bright; 
Like  them  the  present  shall  delight — 

Like  them  decay. 

4  Our  birth  is  but  a  starting  place; 
Life  is  the  running  of  the  race, 

And  death  the  goal: 
There  all  those  glittering  toys  are  bought; 
That  path  alone  of  all  unsought, 

Is  found  of  all. 


NO.   III.]  NATIONAL    HYMNS.  91 

111.  — 12,    13,   M. 

Air — Blue  Bells  of  Scotland. 

1  Oh  where,  tell  me  where  are  your  comforts  fled  and  gone'? 

Oh  where,  &c. 
They're  gone  with  bleeding  sorrows  where  they  seek  for 

joys  to  come; 
And  'tis  O  in  my  heart  that  I  wish  for  peace  at  home. 

2  They  said,  let  us  go,  that  we  sure  may  life  obtain; 

They  said,  &c. 
They  went  with    anxious  sighings    where   they  heard  of 

endless  pain ; 
And  'tis  O  in  my  heart  that  I  wish  them  back  again. 

3  Away!    cruel  priests!    who   my   comforts  from    me    tore; 

A  way!  &C. 
Ye  nought  but  deceive  m  with  all  your  ancient  lore; 
And  'tis  O  to  my  heart  now  my  comforts  come  once  more. 

4  No  longer  I  sigh,  and  no  longer  shall  I  moan, 

No  longer,  &c. 
No  longer  bewilder'd,  my  thoughts  no  longer  roam; 
And  'tis  here  in  my  heart  that  I  now  have  peace  at  home. 

112.— L.  M. 

Our  Country. 

1  Our  country!  Oh!  our  native  land, 

Home  of  the  wise,  the  brave,  and  free, 
Where  peace  and  plenty,  hand  in  hand, 
Bask  in  the  beams  of  liberty; 

2  Thy  mighty  mountains,  heights  sublime, 

Thy  fields  in  living  verdure  bright, 
Columbia!  fair  and  favor 'd  clime, 

Thy  floods,  with  spreading  canvas  white; 


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3  The  frowning  steep,  the  forest  shade, 

The  river's  ample  gush  below, 
Which  now  is  dash'd  in  wild  cascade, 
Now  sweeps  along  in  noiseless  flow; 

4  The  distant  city's  beamy  spires, 

The  flocks  that  graze  upon  the  hill — 
All,  all  the  ardent  fancy  fires, 
And  wakes  the  patriotic  thrill. 

5  The  sails  of  commerce,  broad  unfurl 'd, 

From  many  a  distant  bay  and  cape, 

Here  waft  the  treasures  of  the  world, 

And  pour  them  in  thine  ample  lap. 

6  No  longer  then  by  power  or  pride 

Thy  val'rous  sons  should  be  oppressed: 
Indignant  cast  the  yoke  aside, 

And  spring  to  Freedom's  sacred  breast, 

113.— Air— "  Bruce's  Address." 
Ode  to  Sujierstition. 

1  Scourge  and  tyrant  of  the  land, 
Kindler  of  dissension's  brand, 
Drop  from  out  thy  palsied  hand, 

Th'  sceptre  of  thy  sway! 
We  have  burst  thy  hated  chain — 
We  disown  thy  blighting  reign, 
Ne'er  will  we  be  slaves  again, 

Reason  points  our  way. 

2  Rouse  thee  for  the  coming  hour! 
Gather  all  thy  motley  power, 
'Scetic,  stern,  fanatic,  sour — 

Mussulman  and  Jew; 


NO.  III. J  NATIONAL    HYMNS.  93 

Pride,  thy  banner  for  the  field; 
Ignorance  thy  strongest  shield! 
TV  sword  of  falsehood  well  ye  wield — 
Faith  your  war  cry  true. 

3  Take  the  field,  with  all  your  force 
Stem  Enquiry  at  its  source, 
Stop  triumphant  Reason's  course, 

Weld  thy  links  again ! 

Hush! — thy  bloody  reign  is  o'er! 
Lies  shall  blind  our  eyes  no  more; 
Fly  to  Lapland's  wizard  shore — 
There  revive  thy  reign! 

4  Hide  thee  from  the  blaze  of  day; 
Hide  thyself  from  Truth's  bright  ray- 
Through  the  valley  wend  thy  way, 

Den,  or  gloomy  cave? 

There,  in  mystic  garb  array'd, 
Beat  thy  drum,  the  moon  to  aid; 
Give  the  wand'ring  sons  of  trade 
Charms  to  rule  the  wave! 

5  Superstition  bows  her  head — 
Falsehood  sleeps  among  the  dead, 
Bigotry's  exulting  tread, 

Now  cannot  condemn; 

Sal'ried  sons  may  mourn  her  fall- 
Pastors  to  their  flocks  may  call; 
They  no  more  our  minds  inthral, 
Reason  cries — Amen. 


94  NATIONAL    HYMNS.  [NO.   III. 

114. — Air — "  Sound  the  loud  timbrel" 
Parody, 

1  Sound  the  loud  timbrel  o'er  Mystery's  dark  sea; 
For  Wisdom  has  triumph'd,  her  children  are  free: 

Sing,  for  the  pride  of  the  tyrant  is  broken, 
His  chariots,  his  horsemen,  all  splendid  and  brave. 

How  vain  was  their  boasting,  the  truth  hath  but  spoken, 
And  chariots  and  horsemen  are  sunk  in  the  wave. 
Sound  the  loud  timbrel,  &c. 

2  Praise  to  the  Conqueror,  praise  to  the  Word, 

His  strength  was  our  arrow,  his  wisdom  our  sword; 

Who  shall  return  to  tell  Myst'ry  the  story, 
Of  those  she  sent  forth  in  the  hour  of  her  pride; 

The  Truth  hath  looked  out  from  his  pillar  of  glory, 
And  all  her  brave  thousands  are  dash'd  in  the  tide. 
Praiae  to  the  Conqueror,  &c. 

115. — Air — "  Strike  the  cymbal." 

Another. 

1   Strike  the  cymbal,  roll  the  tymbal, 
The  age  of  miracles  is  o'er; 
Superstition's  frantic  vision 

Shall  delude  the  mind  no  more. 
See  the  morning  of  reason  dawning 
Science  sheds  its  beams  around; 
Spectres  flying,  falsehood  dying, 

Truth  alone  maintains  the  ground. 

2  Nature  waking,  our  sleep  is  breaking, 
See  the  truth  with  rapture  spreading; 
O'er  all  minds  its  influence  shedding. 
Spread  your  banners,  shout  hosannas, 
Superstition  reigns  no  more! 


NO.  III.]  NATIONAL    HYMNS.  95 

3  Though  the  thunder  rend  asunder 
Every  fane  of  worship  here, 
Truth  instructing,  all  conducting, 
Points  to  nature's  temple  near. 
What  are  revelations  now? 
We  to  Reason's  sceptre  bow. 
Science  now  displays  her  power, 
Miracles  are  seen  no  more. 
Reason,  Science,  may  they  forever  reign. 
Forever,  &,c. 

116. — Air — "  Yellow  haired  laddie." 
O  Truth!  there  is  nothing  so  lovely  as  thee. 

1  The  bright  sun  of  reason  relumes  her  fair  sky, 
The  clouds  that  obscured  it,  behold  how  they  fly; 
For  the.  light  shines  again,  that  all  mankind  may  see; 
O  truth!  there  is  nothing  so  lovely  as  thee. 

2  For  ages  long  past  the  foul  bigot  has  tried 
Fair  truth  with  a  veil  of  dark  mystery  to  hide, 
But  that  veil  is  now  rent  and  with  rapture  we  see, 
O  truth!  there  is  nothing  so  lovely  as  thee. 

3  Now  wealth's  gayest  garment  though  falsehood  may  wear, 
That  priest-craft  may  revel  nod  folly  may  stare, 

For  eyes  that  were  blinded  now  plainly  can  see, 
O  truth!  there  is  nothing  so  lovely  as  thee. 

4  O  soon  may  the  last  cloud  of  mystery  take  flight, 
From  Reason's  pure  sky  to  its  own  gloomy  night, 
That  man  may  exclaim,  from  all  bondage  set  free, 
O  truth!  there  is  nothing  so  lovely  as  thee. 

N.  B.  The   above   may  also  be  sung  to  the  Air  of  "  Tha 
meeting  of  the  waters." 


96  NATIONAL    HYMNS.  [NO.   III. 

117.— C.  M.— -Nature. 

1  The  stores  of  darkness  and  of  light 

In  Nature's  treasures  lie; 
She  weaves  the  sable  robe  of  night, 
And  spreads  it  o'er  the  sky. 

2  And  when  with  welcome  slumbers  prcss'd 

We  close  our  weary  eyes, 
Her  power  at.  night  invites  to  rest, 
At  morn  invites  to  rise. 

3  Her  hand  a  radiant  vesture  flings 

Around  the  dawning  day, 
As  from  the  east  bright  Phoebus  springs, 
To  climb  his  cheering  way. 

4  We  then  the  various  tasks  pursue, 

Which  Fortune's  hand  assigns; 
And  the  gay  scene  around  us  view, 
In  Avhich  her  beauty  shines. 

118. — 8's  M.—  The  Seasons. 

1  The  winter  is  over  and  gone, 

The  thrush  whistles  sweet  on  the  spray; 
The  turtle  breathes  forth  her  soft  moan, 
The  lark  mounts  and  warbles  her  lay. 

2  The  meadows  with  herds  are  adorn'd, 

The  Hocks  in  the  pastures  are  seen, 
The  shepherd  boy  pipes  his  shrill  horn, 
The  lambs  skip  and  play  on  the  green. 

3  The  husbandman  follows  the  plough, 

And  labors  with  cheerful  good  will; 
For  labor  is  laudable  now, 
And  blesses  the  laborer  still. 


NO.  III.]  NATIONAL    HYMNS.  97 

4  And  when  the  rich  harvest  comes  in, 

The  husbandman  has  his  full  share; 
For  none  but  with  labor  can  win, 
What  labor  alone  can  prepare. 

5  So  honest  men  now  are  esteemed 

Alone  for  the  good  that  they  do; 
But  misers  and  rogues  are  all  deemed, 
At  best,  but  a  niggardly  crew. 

6  Then  virtue  alone  let  us  praise, 

And  honor  the  good  and  the  wise; 
Who  fill  up  their  measure  of  days, 
With  actions  which  none  can  despise. 

119. —  Ode  for  the  Fourth  of  Juhj. 

1  The  trumpet  of  liberty  sounds  through  the  world, 

And  the  universe  starts  at  the  sound — 
Her  standard  Philosophy's  hand  has  unfurl'd, 
And  the  nations  are  thronging  around. 
Chorus. — Fall,  tyrants,  fall! 

These  are  the  days  of  Liberty. 

2  How  noble  the  ardor  that  seizes  the  soul! 

How  it  bursts  from  the  yoke  and  the  chain! 
What  p ow er  can  the  fervor  of  Freedom  control, 
Or  its  terrible  vengeance  restrain  1 
Fall,  tyrants,  fall!  &c. 

3  Ye  stern  towers  of  despots!  ye  dungeons  and  cells! 

The  tempest  shall  sweep  you  away — 
From  the  west  to  the  east  the  dread  hurricane  swellf 
And  the  tyrants  grow  pale  in  dismay. 
Fall,  tyrants,  fall!  &c. 

4  The  slave,  on  whose  neck  the  proud  despot  has  trod, 

Now  feels  that  himself  is  a  man — 
And  the  lordly  usurper,  who  ruled  with  a  rod, 
Hides  his  head  'midst  his  servile  divan. 
Fall,  tyrants,  fall!  &c. 

9 


98  NATIONAL    HYMNS.  [NO.  III. 

5  The  cruel  dominion  of  Priestcraft  is  o'er, 

With  its  thunders,  its  faggots,  its  chains — 
Mankind  will  endure  the  vile  bondage  no  more, 
While  as  Reason  her  freedom  maintains. 
Fall,  tyrants,  fall!  &c. 

6  The  hymn  of  the  free  shall  Americans  bear 

With  a  cold  and  insensible  mindl 
No!  each  freeman  his  part  in  the  chorus  shall  bear 
And  contend  for  the  rights  of  mankind. 
Fall,  tyrants,  fall!  &c. 

120.— 12's  M. 
Tiie  voice  of  the  Priest. 

1  The  voice  of  the  priest!  hear  his  sad  declamation! 
"  The  whole  human  race  deserve  hell  and  damnation! 
But  freemen  have  learned  that  the  priest  is  mistaken ; 
The  light  that  he  spurned  his  kingdom  has  shaken. 

Huzza  to  the  light,  which  alone  can  relieve  us; 
Adieu  to  the  priest,  who  so  long  has  deceived  us. 

2  No  longer  enslaved  now  the  mind  spreads  her  pinions, 
And  bids  a  farewell  to  errors'  dominions; 

Ascends  the  fair  mountain  of  virtue  and  science, 
Till  pride  and  intoPrance  she  sets  at  defiance. 

Huzza  to  the  light,  which  alone  can  relieve  us; 

Adieu  to  the  priest,  who  so  long  has  deceived  us. 

3  Now/  freedom,  all  hail !  here  unfurl  your  proud  banner?, 
For  the  truth  doth  prevail,  and  our  youth  shout hosannas; 
Hosanna,  all  hail  !  the  truth  rings  sonorous, 

And  children  are  glad,  and  they  join  in  the  chorus. 
Huzza  to  the  light,  which  alone  can  relieve  us; 
Adieu  to  the  priest,  who  so  long  has  deceived  us. 

4  The  storm  is  now  o'er,  and  the  contest  is  ended, 
The  work  is  complete,  and  our  cause  is  defended  ; 
The  priests'  frightful  stories  no  longer  are  minded, 
No  longer  our  race  shall  by  priestcraft  be  blinded. 

Huzza  to  the  light,  which  alone  can  relieve  us; 
Adieu  to  the  priest,  who  so  long  has  deceived  us. 


NO.  III.]  NATIONAL    HYMNS.  99 

121. — "  Watchman  what  of  the  night?  " 
Parody, 

\st   Voice. — Watchman!  tell  us  of  the  night, 

What  its  signs  of  prospect  are! 
2d   Voice. — Traveler!  o'er  yon  mountain's  height, 

See  that  glory  beaming  star. 
1st    Voice. — Watchman!  in  that  beauteous  ray, 

Can  you  aught  of  joy  foresee'? 
2c?    Voice. — Trav'ller  !  yes,  it  brings  the  day, 

Freemen's  day  of  liberty. 
Chorus. Trav'ller!  yes,  it  brings  the  day, 

Freemen's  day  of  liberty. 

2 
1st   Voice. — Watchman!  tell  us  of  the  night; 

Higher  yet  the  star  ascends, 
2d   Voice. — Trav'ller!  liberty  and  light, 

Peace  and  truth  its  course  portends. 
1st    Voice. — Watchman!  will  its  beams  alone 

Gild  the  spot  that  gave  them  birth! 
2d   Voice. — Trav'ller!  ages  are  its  own: 

See  it  burst  o'er  all  the  earth. 
Chorus. Trav'ller!  ages,  &c. 

3 

1st   Voice. — Watchman!  tell  us  of  tne  night; 

For  the  morning  seems  to  dawn. 
2d   Voice. — Trav'ller!  darkness  takes  its  flight, 

Doubt  and  terror  are  withdrawn. 
1st   Voice. — Watchman!  let  thy  wand'rings  cease, 

Hie  thee  to  thy  quiet  home. 
2d   Voice. — Trav'ller!  lo  the  friend  of  peace, 

Lo,  true  moral  light  is  come. 
Chorus. Trav'ller!  lo,  &c. 

122.— P.  M.— Parody. 
Fanaticism. 

1  When  the  fierce  north  wind,  with  his  airy  forces, 
Rears  up  the  Baltic  to  a  foaming  fury, 
And  the  red  lightning  with  a  storm  of  hail  comes 
Rushing  amain  down. 

8* 


100  NATIONAL    HYMNS,  [_NO.   Ill 

2  How  the  poor  sailors  stand  amazed  and  tremble, 
While  the  hoarse  thunder  like  a  bloody  trumpet, 
Roars  a  loud  onset  to  the  gaping  waters, 

Quick  to  devour  them. 

3  Such  shall  the  noise  be,  and  the  wild  disorder, 
If  things  ideal  may  be  like  those  earthly; 
Such  the  dire  terrors  when  the  God  of  Reason 

Shakes  Superstition. 

123.— S.  M. 

1  Why  should  we  fear  to  tread 

The  gloomy  vale  of  death? 
Why  should  our  minds  be  filled  with  dread, 
When  forced  to  yield  our  breath? 

2  How  calm!  how  gently  sweet! 

The  sleeping  corse  appears! 
Now  sympathetic  mourners  meet, 
To  dry  each  others'  tears. 

3  Not  one  will  e'er  repine, 

Nor  without  measure  mourn; 
Since  all  the  virtues  live  and  shine, 
Though  friends  can  ne'er  return. 

4  Then  let  us  try  to  gain 

The  boon  which  virtue  gives; 
And  leave  behind  a  noble  name, 
A  name  that  ever  lives. 

5  With  such  a  claim  as  this, 

No  mortal  need  to  fear; 
It  fills  the  mind  with  social  bliss, 
And  every  heart  doth  cheer. 

END    OF    NUMBER    THREE. 


DOXOLOGIES. 


1.— S.  M 

To  Wisdom,  Power  and  Love, 
The  Truth  which  all  adore, 
Be  glory,  as  it  was,  is  now, 
And  shall  be  evermore! 

II.— C.  M. 

Let  all  the  powers  of  life  and  thought 
Inspire  our  hearts  to  praise, 

And  celebrate  the  knowledge  taught, 
Which  gives  us  happy  days. 

III.— L.  M. 

Let  all  with  grateful  hearts  adore 
The  great,  unknown,  eternal  Power: 
Congratulate  ourselves  that  we, 
From  Superstition's  awe  are  free. 

IV.— 8/.  L.  M. 

Be  ours,  and  all  who  truth  hold  dear, 
The  blessing  of  a  conscience  clear; 
And  peace  to  bid  our  hearts  repose; 
And  sweet  content  to  soothe  our  woes. 
Be  ours  the  love  that  fills  the  mind 
With  feelings  tender,  pure,  and  kind; 
If  for  aught  else  on  earth  we  sigh, 
Let  patience  absent  joys  supply. 


102  DOXOLOGIES.  [NO.   III.* 

V.— 7s.  M. 

Grateful  notes  and  numbers  bring 
While  true  Wisdom's  praise  we  sing; 
In  her  praise  your  breath  employ, — 
Purest  Source  of  every  joy. 

VI—  H.  M. 

Let  Virtue  be  the  song 
Of  every  honest  mind ; 
May  every  heart  and  tongue 
The  social  pleasures  find. 
The  streams  of  love  and  knowledge  flow, 
A  sovereign  balm  for  every  wo. 

VII— 8,  8,  6  M. 

Adieu  to  all  the  anxious  fears 
Of  never-ending  future  years, 

In  future  worlds  unknown; 
While  others  fancy,  like  a  dream, 
A  future  world,  to  us  unseen, 

We'll  cultivate  our  own. 

VIII.— P.  M. 

From  this  banquet  now  retiring, 

May  our  minds  be  fill'd  with  peace; 
While  to  knowledge  each  aspiring, 

Each,  the  paths  of  wisdom  trace: 
Still  undaunted 

Vindicate  the  human  race. 
IX— 8&7's.  M. 
Praise  kind  Nature  for  each  blessing, 

Human  beings  now  are  free; 
Let  us  each  this  peace  possessing, 

Triumph  in  true  Liberty. 


NO.   III.  J  DOXOT  OCIES  103 

X.— 8,  7'sM. 

Look  around  the  fields  of  Nature, 
Pleasant  scenes,  how  richly  gay! 
What  a  home  for  every  creature, 
Doth  the  universe  display! 
See  the  earth,  with  air  surrounding, 
Ocean,  with  her  deep  profound; 
All  with  life  and  stir  abounding, 
Happy  millions  all  around. 

XL— 10,  11,  M. 

Come,  let  us  rejoice,  and  ever  be  glad; 
We'll  lift  up  the  voice  and  never  be  sad; 
With  just  admiration  the  truth  we'll  revere; 
There's  no  condemnation  to  motives  sincere. 

XIL— 6,  6,  8  M. 

Come,  let  us  rise  and  sing, 

And  make  this  temple  ring, 
And  greet  the  truth  we  hear  to-day; 

Since  all  our  minds  are  free, 

Oh!  let  us  joyful  be, 
And  drive  all  anxious  thoughts  away! 

XIII.— L.  P.  M. 

Truth  fills  the  earth,  pervades  the  sky, 
And  all  the  shining  worlds  on  high, 

And  reigns  complete  in  splendor  there. 
Its  beams  are  majesty  and  light, 

Its  beauties  how  sublimely  bright! 
Its  temple  how  sublimely  fair! 


104  DOXOLOOIE3.  [NO.   Ill 

XIV.— 61.  L.  M. 
Tune  all  your  harps,  lift  up  your  eyes, 
And  with  one  voice  in  concert  rise, 
Proclaim  abroad  to  all  around, 
That  universal  peace  is  found: 
No  longer  sigh  like  one  forlorn; 
A  nation's  freedom  now  is  born. 
XV.-7's  M. 
When  we  have  a  pleasant  home, 
When  our  friends  together  come 
Then  we  all  the  value  prove 
Of  the  fruits  of  cordial  love. 
Hither  all  your  music  bring, 
Strike  aloud  each  cheerful  string: 
Let  our  hearts  with  joy  improve 
All  the  fruits  of  cordial  love. 
XVI.— 6,  6,  4  M. 
Come,  raise  your  voices  high, 
Let  praises  fill  the  sky, 

To  Virtue's  laws; 
Her  love  and  grace  adore, 
Both  now  as  heretofore, 
Sing  aloud  evermore, 
Worthy  the  cause. 

XVII.— 12's  M. 
Arise,  let  us  sing,  with  a  loud  acclamation, 
Exultingly  shout  in  the  great  congregation, 
For   Reason   has  triumphed    and   priests    are 

discarded, 
No  longer  their  dogmas  believed  or  regarded. 
Huzza  to  the  Truth,  which  is  noxo  our  protection! 
Adieu  to  all  craft  of  fraud  and  deception! 


No.  IV 
NATIONAL  HYMNS. 


124.— SONG. 


Away  with  melancholy, 

Nor  doleful  changes  rinrr 
On  life  and  human  folly  ; 
But  merrily,  merrily  sing,  so  gay. 

Come  on  ye  rosy  hours, 

.  Gay  smiling  moments  bring  ; 
We'H  strew  the  way  with  flowers, 
And  merrily,  merrily  sing,  so  gay. 

Then  what's  the  use  of  sighing, 

While  time  is  on  the  wing  ; 
Can  we  prevent  his  flying  ? 
Then  merrily,  merrily  sing,  so  gay. 

If  grief,  like  April  showers, 

A  moment's  sadness  brings  ; 
Joys  soon  succeed  like  flowers  ; 
Then  cheerily,  cheerily  sing,  so  gay. 

The  rose  its  bloom  refuses, 

If  pluck'd  not  in  the  spring  ; 
Life  soon  its  fragrance  loses  ; 
Then  Cheerily,  cheerily  sing,  so  gay. 

Fly,  fly,  all  dull  emotion, 
All  care  away  we  fling 
Pure  joy  is  our  devotion, 
Then  cheerily,  cheerily  sing,  so  gay. 
10 


106  NATIONAL    HYMNS.  [NO.  IV 

125.— G  I.  L.  M. 

1  Array'd  in  clouds  of  golden  light, 

More  bright  than  heav'n'a  resplendent  bow, 
Pure  native  reason  came  by  right, 

To  bless  the  only  world  we  know. 
How  soft  the  music  which  it  brill  p, 
How  sweet  the  joyful  strains  it  sings. 

2  Good  will  henceforth  to  nimi  be  giv'n, 

The  light  of  truth  now  beams  on  earth; 
Let  ig*i'rance  from  our  hearts  be  diiv'n, 

Ami  freemen  eboat  with  joy  and  mirth; 
Columb'a'fl  sous,  rejoice  and  sing, 
The  truth  shall  reign  our  only  king. 

3  No  more  let  priests  or  priestcraft  reign, 

Whose  wiles  have  oft  to  madness  driv'n; 
No  more  devote  to  endless  pain, 

Nor  prate  about  imagin'd  heav'n: 
But  let  us  speak  of  what  we  know. 
And  let  the  whims  of  fancy  go. 

126.— SOJVG. 

1  Banish  sorrow,  grief  is  folly, 

Thought    unbend  thy  wrinkled  brow  , 
Hence  dull  care  and  melancholy, 

Joyous  songs  invite  us  now. 
Music  is  a  glor'ous  treasure, 

It  shall  health  and  life  prolong. 
Follow,  follow,  follow,  follow  pleasure, 

Let  us  join  the  jovial  song. 

2  Life  is  short,  'tis  but  a  season, 

Time   is  ever  on  the  wing; 
Let  's  the  present  moment  seize  on, 

Who  knows  what  the  next  will  bring  ? 
All  our  time  by  music  measure, 

All  dull  care  we  will  despise  ; 
Follow,  follow,  follow,  follow  pleasure, 

To  be  happy  's  to  be  wise. 


NO.  IV.]  NATIONAL    HYMNS.  107 

3  Wherefore  then  should  we  perplex  us, 

Why  should  we  not  merry  be  ? 
Since  in  life  there  's  nought  can  vex  us, 

Music  sets  our  hearts  all  free. 
Let  's  have  music  without  measure, 

Let  's  be  free  while  time  we  have  ; 
Follow,  follow,  follow,  follow   pleasure, 

There's  no  music  with  the  slave. 

127.— 8,  7Js  M. 
Let  us  enjoy  the  present  moment. 

1  Balmy  seas  of  time  and  motion, 

Bear  me  to  thy  soothing  breast  ; 
Cease  thy  roaring,  foaming  ocean, 
Let  me  sleep  in  quiet  rest. 

2  Cease  your  frowns,  old  superstition, 

Show  no  more  an  angry  god  ; 
For  I  see  my  true  condition, 
Borne  aloft  on  Nature's  flood. 

3  On  the  banks  are  flowers  blooming, 

Let  us  catch  them  as  we  pass  ; 

For  the  wint'ry  days  are  corning, 

When  such  flowers  cannot  last. 

4  See,  the  trees  with  fruit  are  bending 

Richest  clusters  on  the  vine  ; 
Happy  hours  with  joy  transcending, 
Shall  I  call  such  transports  mine  ? 

B  Yes  ;   while  I  my  labor  yielding, 
All  to  help  the  common  weal  ; 
Each  with  arms  his  neighbor  shielding, 
Each  for  all  like  brothers  feel. 


lOtf  NATIONAL    HYMNS.  [no.  IV. 

6  Then,  O  then  !   each  friend  and  neighbor, 
All  one  object  to  obtain  ; 
All  partake  in  love  and  labor, 

Through  the  vast,  this  wide  domain. 

128.—  7 's  M. 

1   Banish  sorrow,  banish  grief, 

Murmur  not  when  fortune  flies  ; 
Sorrow  ne'er  will  bring  relief, 

Joy  from  weeping  ne'er  will  rise. 
Why  should  we  with  wrinkl'd  care, 
Change  what  nature  made  so  fair  ? 
Let  us  set  the  heart  at  rest, 
Of  life's  troubles  make  the  best. 

!2  Busy  brains  we  know,  alas  ! 

Let  their  thoughts  at  random  run, 
Like  the  sand  within  the  glass, 

Turning  still,  and  still  run  on  ; 
Never  knowing  where  to  stay, 
But  uneasy  ev'ry  way. 
Let  us  set,  &x. 

3  Some  pursue  uncertain  wealth, 

Some  to  honors  high  aspire  ; 
Give  me  freedom,  give  me  health, 

That  's  the  sum  of  my  desire  : 
What  the  world  can  more  present, 
Will  not  add  to  my  content. 
Let  us  set,  &c. 

4  Mirth,  when  mingled  with  good  will, 

Makes  the  heart  alert  and  free  ; 
Let  the  snow  or  rain  distil, 

All  's  the  same  throughout  to  me  : 


NO.  IV.]  NATIONAL    HYMNS.  1 09 

'Tis  no  use  to  war  with  fate, 
Changes  daily  on  us  wait. 
Let  us  set,  &x. 

129.—  Air—  "  Hugh's  Marion." 

1  Come,  enter  these  courts  with  rejoicing, 

Exult  in  the  pow'rsof  the  mind  ; 
Together  in  reason  expounding, 
The  path  that  is  free  to  mankind. 

2  No  creeds,  beads,  nor  crucifix  glancing, 

To  charm  the  untaught  mind  away  ; 
Our  emblem  is  'Searching  for  Wisdom,' 
Our  motto,  'Let  Truth  light  the  way.' 

3  Then  hail  to  the  bright  dawn  of  reason, 

That  soon  will  enclose  in  the  tomb 
All  bigots  and  priest-ridden  despots, 
And  freemen  all  witness  their  doom. 

4  Let  us  sing  forth  our  hymn  in  the  morning, 

When  freemen  no  longer  shall  mourn  : 
But  shall  rise  like  a  beacon  adorning, 
Whose  brilliance  forever  shall  bum. 

130. — Sons  of  the  Brave. 

1        Come,  sons  of  the  brave, 
See  the  flag  of  the  slave, 
Now  to  arms,  now  to  arms, 
To  the  standard  of  freedom  repair  , 
For  slaves  and  bigots  hand  in  hand, 
Are  forging  chains  t'  enslave  the  land  ; 
Now  to  arms,  now  to  arms, 
E'er  our  country  is  lost  in  despair 
*10 


110  NATIONAL    HYMNS.  [.NO.  IV 

2  Come,  sons  of  the  brave, 
Let  your  flag  proudly  wave  ; 

Sound  to  arms,  sound  to  arms, 

In  defence  of  our  rights  let  us  stand, 

Firmly  united  let  us  be  ; 

The  day  is  ours,  our  foes  they  flee  ; 

For  the  mind  brave  and  free 

Is  a  soldier  they  ne'er  can  withstand. 

3  Come,  sons  of  the  brave, 
Now  the  vict'ry  you  have  ; 

For  our  foes  join  our  arms. 

Sound  the  music  with  mirth,  song  and  glee. 

Show  mercy  to  our  fallen  foes  ; 

See,  now  our  ranks  do  them  enclose  ; 

Sound  the  trumpet  of  joy. 

Our  bless'd  land  shall  be  happy  and  free. 

131.— 8  I  C.  M. 
Contentment. 

1  Contentment,  hail  thou  princely  gem, 

Thou  jewel  brighter  far 
Than  e'er  enrich'd  a  diadem, 

Or  grae'd  a  monarch's  star  ; 
With  thee  I  'd  court  no  gilded  woe, 

No  splendid,  gay  distress  ; 
No  empty  pageantry  and  show, 

No  smiling  wretchedness. 

2  Go  view  the  peaceful  shepherd's  cot, 

How  happy  is  his  fate  ! 
Content  and  poverty  his  lot, 
He  envies  not  the  «reat  : 


NO.  IV. J  NATIONAL    HYMNS.  Ill 

Delightful  scene  where  wisdom  grows 

In  ev'ry  woody  vale  ; 
Or  when  the  murm'ring  riv'Jet  flows, 

Enchanting  mansion,  hail  ! 

3   'Tis  there  true  happiness  is  seen, 

There  tumult  passions  rest  ; 
There  while  I  range  the  sylvan  scene, 

My  joyful  heart  is  hlest. 
Indulgent  friends  of  human  kind, 

Let  mutual  blessings  flow  ; 
Which  give  content  and  peace  of  mind, 

The  purest  joys  we  know. 

132.— IT*  M. 

1  Daughter  of  freedom,  awake  from  tliy  sadness 

Awake,  for  thy  toes  shall  oppress  thee  no  more, 
Bright  o'er  thy  hills,  dawns  the  day  star  of  gladness, 

Arise  !   for  the  night  of  thy  sorrows  is  o'er. 
Daughter  of  freedom,  awake  from  thy  sadness, 

Awake,  for  thy  foes  shall  oppress  thee  no  more. 

2  Strong  were  thy  foes,  but  the  arm  that  subdo'd  them, 

And  seatter'd  their  legions,  was  mightier  far      [them, 
They  fled  like  the  chaff  from  the  scourge  that  pursuM 

Vain  were  their  steeds  and  their  chariots  of  war. 
Daughter  of  freedom,  awake  from  thy  sadness, 

Awake,  for  thy  foes  shall  oppress  thee  no  more. 

S  Daughter  of  freedom,  the  pow'r  that  hath  sav'd  thee, 
Extoll'd  with  the  harp,  and  the  timbrel  should  be. 

Shout  !  for  the  foe  is  destroy'd  that  enslav'd  thee  ! 
Th'  oppressor  is  vanquish'd  and  reason  is  free. 

Daughter  of  freedom,  awake  from  thy  sadness, 
Awake,  for  thy  foes  shall  oppress  thee  no  more. 

133. — Freemen's  Song. 

1  Draw  the  sword,  freemen  !  freemen  !  freemen  ! 

Throughout  the  Union  hath  past  the  war  sign; 

Th'  alarm  bells  are  pealing  !   pealing  !   pealing  ! 

Who  heeds  not  the  BUBUIIOBfl  is  no  son  of  thine. 


112  NATIONAL    HYMNS.  [.NO.  IV. 

2  Thy  friends  tliey  are  gath'riug  !  gath'ring  !  gath'ring  ! 
Thy  friends  they  are  gath'ring  by  land  and  by  sea; 
Our  banners  now  are  flying  !  flying  !  flying  ! 

Our  banners  now  are  flying,  that  lead  to  victory. 

8  Draw  the  sword,  freemen  !   freemen  !   freemen  ! 

Charge,  as  y    have  charged  in  the  days  of  your  prime; 
Sound  to  the  onset,  th'  onset,  th'  onset, 
He  who  but  falters  is  no  son  of  thine. 

4  Sheath  the  sword,  freemen  !   freemen  !   freemen  ! 

Sheath  the  sword,  freemen  !   fordim'd  is  its  shine; 
Thy  foes  are  all  flying  !   flying  !   flying! 

And  who  knows  no  mercy  is  no  son  of  thine.    • 

5  The  struggle  is  over  !   over  !   over  ! 

The  struggle  is  over  !   the  victory  won  ! 
There  are  tears  for  the  fallen  !  th'  fallen  !  th'  fallen  ! 
And  glory  for  all  who  their  duty  have  done. 

6  Sheath  the  sword,  freemen  !   freemen  !   freemen  ! 

With  fragrant  myrtle  new  laurels  entwine, 
Time  ne'er  shall  part  them,  part  them,  part  them, 
But  hand  down  the  garland  to  each  son  of  thine.* 

134.— 8,  Vs  M. 

1  Fresh  and  strong  the  breeze  is  blowing 

While  yon  ship  at  anchor  rides  ; 
Sullen  waves  incessant  flowing, 

Rudely  dash  against  her  sides  ; 
Thus  my  heart  its  course  impeded, 

Beats  in  my  perturbed  breast  ; 
Doubts  like  waves  by  waves  succeeded, 

Rise  and  still  deny  me  rest. 

2  Cruel  phantoms,  rise  nocturnal, 

Paint  a  dreadful  scene  to  come  ; 
Haunt  my  soul  each  hour  diurnal — 
Chide  my  thoughts  too  apt  to  roam  : 

*  Son  of  thine.  This  refers  to  America,  understood,  which  fa  singular, 
and  do!  to  freemen,  expressed .  which  is  plural.  The  -"hl:  is  in  imitation 
of"  Draw  the  iword,  Scotland,  "  sic.  Words  in  [tafics  in  thi*  and 
other  songs,  are  to  be  sung  together  as  one  word;  as  "  cuarg'd  m  the 
days, ' '  fir, 


NO.  IV. J  NATIONAL    HYMNS.  1  13 

Yet  a  ray  of  hope  beams  on  me, 
Why  should  nature  be  unkind  ? 

Why  should  fancy's  vision  vex  me — 
Mere  delusions  of  the  mind 

3  By  her  anchor  still  supported, 

Idly  round  the  tempests  roar. 
See,  the  only  cable  parted, 

And,  alas  !  the  ship  's  offshore. 
Thus  despair  my  heart  annoying, 

Like  an  overwhelming  wave  ; 
Hope  and  fear  alike  destroying, 

Speed  me  to  the  silent  grave. 

4  Hush,  such  childish  sad  forebodings, 

Why  should  living  man  despond  ? 
Fear  alone  with  these  corrodings, 

All  my  future  prospects  drown. 
I  '11  no  longer  yield  to  sorrow, 

But  with  life  be  ever  gay  ; 
For  my  prospects  ere  to-morrow, 

May  be  ail  as  bright  as  day. 

135. — Hail  Columbia. 

1  Hail  Columbia  !   happy  land  ! 

Hail,  ye  heroes,  brilliant  band  ! 

Who  fought  and  bled  in  freedom's  cause  ;    K. 
And  when  the  storm  of  war  was  gone, 
Enjoyed  the  peace  your  valor  won. 
Let  Independence  be  our  boast, 
Ever  mindful  what  it  cost  ; 
Ever  grateful  for  the  prize, 
Sound  it.-  praise  to  yonder  skies. 
Firm  united  let  us  be, 
Rallying  round  our  liberty, 
As  a  band  of  brothers  join'd, 
Peace  and  safety  we  shall  find. 


114  NATIONAL    HYMNS.  [NO.  IV. 

2  Glorious  patriots  !  rise  once  more, 
Defend  your  rights,  defend  your  shore; 

Let  no  rude  toe  with  haughty  tread,  R. 
Invade  the  shrine  where  sacred  lies, 
Of  toil  and  blood  the  well-earn'd   prize. 
While  seeking  peace,  sincere  and  just, 
In  reason's  guide  we  place  our  trust, 
That  truth  and  justice  will  prevail, 
And  every  scheme  of  bondage  fail. 
Firm  united,  &c. 

3  Bound  the  trump  of  mighty  fame, 
Let  IVaskiVG ton's  heroic  name; 

Ring  through  the  world  with  loud  applause.  R. 

Let  every  clime  to  freedom  dear, 

Still  listen  with  a  joyful  ear. 

With  equal  skill  and  manly  power, 
Jifeg-overn'd  in  the  fearful  hour 
Of  horrid  war;    or  rul'd  with  ease, 
The  happier  times  of  honest  peace. 
Firm  united,  &c. 

136. —  Glorious  Science 

1  Hail  forever  glorious  science, 
Which  to  discord  bids  defiance, 

Harmony  alone  reigns  here. 
Come,  let  's  sing  with  joy  and  gladness, 
We  are  free  from  folly's  madness, 

Th'  rights  of  man  we  now  revere. 

2  Blow  the  trumpet,  rouse  the  nation, 
Call  up  minds  of  every  station, 

Sound  through  all  this  "wide  domain, 
Sound  aloud  a  nation's  glory, 
Tell  to  all  the  joyful  story, 

Peace  and  plenty  here  shall  reign. 


NO.   IV.]  NATIONAL    HYMNS.  11& 

137.— The  Happy  Man. 

1  How  happy  's  the  man, 
That  's  free  from  all  care  ; 
And  loves  to  make  merry 
With  a  hearty  good  cheer  ; 
With  his  flute  and  his  friend, 
Passing  time  fast  away  ; 
They,  with  songs  after  songs, 
Are  so  happy  and  gay. 

2  And  since  with  one*  heart 
Our  joys  we  combine  ; 

We  '11  throw  off  all  discord, 
And  to  mirth  we  '11  incline  ; 
We  will  sing  and  we  '11  dance, 
And  we  '11  live  without  fear  : 
Thus  our  days  shall  advance, 
With  a  merry  good  cheer. 

3  IV  o  priests  shall  alarm, 
No  creeds  shall  annoy; 
No  base  superstition 
Shall  our  comforts  destroy; 
But  as  true  as  the  sun 

We  will  march  without  fear, 
And  thus  wind  up  our  days 
With  a  hearty  good  cheer. 

138. —  The  happy  mind. 

1  How  happy  the  mind 

That,  free  from  all  guile, 
Seeks  wisdom  and  virtue, 
Sweet  contentment's  fair  smile  ; 


116  NATIONAL    HYMNS.  [NO.  IV. 

Truth  and  nature  its  guide, 
Light  and  knowledge  its  stay, 
Blest  with  reason  divine 
To  illumine  the  way. 

2  How  blest  is  the  mind 
Where  charity  twines 

Round  friendship's  bright  altar, 
And  true  feeling  refines  ; 
That  is  slave  to  no  sect, 
That  from  bigotry  5s  free, 
Just  and  candid  with  all, 
Though  but  few  can  agree. 

3  How  noble  that  mind, 
From  prejudice  free'd, 

That  hails  men  as  brothers, 
Be  whatever  their  creed  ; 
And  can  meet  them  as  friends, 
Truly  value  their  worth, 
Though  obscure  or  remote 
Be  the  place  of  their  birth. 

4  Then  hail  the  bright  day 
That  dawns  on  the  mind, 

When  witchcraft,  and  priestcraft, 
Shall  their  fetters  unbind  ; 
And  justice,  and  freedom, 
Science,  wisdom,  and  worth, 
And  peace,  love,  and  good  will, 
Fill  the  bounds  of  the  earth. 

139.— 8 's  M. —  The  Beauties  of  Nature 

1       How  sweetly  along  the  £ay  mead, 

The  daisies  and  cowslips  arc  seen  ! 
The  flocks  as  they  carelessly  Iced, 
Rejoice  in  the  beautiful  green. 


NO.  IV. J  NATIONAL    HYMNS  117 

The  vines  that  encircle  the  bow'rs, 
The  herbage  lhat  springs  from  the  sod, 

Trees,  plants,  golden   fruit,  and  sweet  flow'rg, 
All  join  in  harmonious  accord. 

i       Shall  man,  the  great  master  of  all, 

The  only  insensible  prove  1 
Forbid  it,  humanity's  call, 

Forbid  it,  fair  freedom  and  love. 
Since  Nature  such  wonders  can  raise, 

Developes  whatever  I  see; 
My  lips  shall  e'er  join  in  her  praise, 

My  heart  shall  rejoice  in  full  glee. 

3       I  '11  hail  the  delights  of  the  ground, 

How  lovely  the  charms  I  survey ; 
The  hills  and  the  meadows  around, 

Their  riches  and  grandeur  display. 
The  woods  where  the  nightingales  sing, 

The  vale  where  the    stream  gently  flows; 
All  gratefully  hasten  to  bring 

Their  tribute  of  earliest  love. 

5       More  pleasing  indeed  are  the  charms 

Of  music,  of  mirth,  and  of  glee; 
More  blessed  indeed  are  those  arms 

Which  make  us  all  happy  and  free. 
Then  listen  to  words  of  sweet  peace, 

To  innocence,  wisdom  and  love; 
And  thus  shall  true  pleasures  increase, 

As  hearts  shall  in  virtue  improve. 

140. — Life  let  us  Cherish. 

I  Life  let  us  cherish, 

While  yet  the  taper  glows, 

And  the  fresh  flow 'ret, 

Pluck  ere  it  close. 
Why  are  we  fond  of  toil  and  care, 
Why  choose  the  rankling  thorn  to  wear ; 
And  heedless  by  the  lily  stray, 
That  blossoms  in  our  way  ? 

Life  let  us  cherish,  &c. 
11 


118  NATIONAL    HYMNS.  [NO.  IV 

2  When  clouds  obscure  the  atmosphere, 
And  forked  lightnings  rend  the  air  ; 
The  sun  assumes  his  golden  vest, 
And  smiles  adorn  the  west. 

Life  let  us  cherish,  Sec. 

3  The  genial  seasons  soon  are  o'er, 
Then  let  us  ere  we  quit  the  shore, 
Contentment  seek,  it  is  life's  zest, 
The  sunshine  of  the  breast. 

Life  let  us  cherish,  &c. 

4  Away  with  ev'ry  toil  and  care, 

And  cease  the  rankling  thorn  to  wear  , 
With  cheerful    heart  life's  conflict  meet, 
Till  death  its  numbers  beat. 
Life  let  us  cherish,  Sec. 

141.— 8,  7's  M.—  The  Beauties  of  Nature. 

1  Look  around  the  fields  of  Nature, 
Pleasant  scenes,  how  richly  gay  ; 
What  a  home  for  ev'ry  creature, 
Doth  the  universe  display  ! 

See  the  earth  with  air  surrounded, 
Ocean,  with  her  deep  profound  ; 
All  with  life  and  stir  abounding, 
Happy  millions  all  around. 

2  Then  we  '11  praise   all-bounteous  Nature, 
Praise  shall  flow  from  ev'ry  tongue  ; 
Let  us  join  with  ev'ry  creature, 

Join  the  universal  song  : 

For  the  hours  of  social  pleasure, 

For  the  hope  of  future  days, 

For  th'  extend  of  life's  full  measure, 

Shout  aloud  all  Nature's  praise 


NO.  IV.]  NATIONAL    HYMNS. 

112.— 8,  Vs  M.— Spring. 

1   Lo  !  the  bright  and   rosy  morning 
Calls  me  forth  to  take  the  air  ; 
Cheerful  spring  with  smiles  returning, 

Ushers  in  the  new  born  year. 
Nature  now  in  all  her  beauty, 

With  her  gentle  moving  tongue, 
Prompts  me  to  the  pleasing  duty,' 
Of  a  grateful  morning  song. 
2  Now  their  vernal  dress  assuming, 
Leafy  robes  adorn  the  trees  ; 
Odors  now  the  air  perfuming, 

Sweetly  swell  the  gentle  breeze 
Vernal  music  softly  sounding, 

Echos  through  the  verdanfgrove  ; 
Nature  now  with  life  abounding, 
Swells  with  harmony  and  love. 

143.—  Nature. 
1   Lovely  nature,  most  beautiful, 
When  thy  charms  are  seen 
By  thy  votaries,  in  time  of  spring, 
Glowing,  cheerful  spring, 
Lovely  art  thou. 

2  Wondrous  nature,  most  wonderful, 
When  thy  works  we  see, 

Mighty  mountain  tops,  rivers  and  plains, 
bun  and  moon  and  stars, 
Wondrous  art  thou. 

3  Mighty  nature,  most  powerful, 
Swift  thy  course  and  true  ; 

For  thy  space  and  time  are  without  end 
Lovely  as  thou   art,  wondrous  as  thou  art 
Mighty  as  thou  art,  man  libels  thee. 


119 


120  NATIONAL    HYMNS.  [NO.  IV 

144.— March  to  the  Battle  Field. 

1  March  to  the  battle  field, 
The  foe  is  now  before  us  ; 
Each  heart  is  freedom's  shield. 
And  peace  is  smiling  o'er  us. 

The  woes,  the  pains, 

The  galling  chains, 
Which  keep  our  spirits  under, 

In  proud  disdain, 

We  've  broke  again, 
And  torn  each  link  asunder. 
March  to  the  battle  field,  &c. 

2  Who  for  his  country  brave 
Would  fly  from  her  invader  ? 
Who,  his  bare  life  to  save, 
Would,  traitor-like,  degrade  her  ? 

Our  country's  cause, 

Our  home  and  laws, 
'Gainst  tyrant  power  sustaining, 

We  '11  gain  a  crown 

Of  bright  renown, 
Or  die  our  rights  maintaining. 
March  to  the  battle  field,  &x. 

145. —  The  Merry  Horn. 

1        Now  error  fast  is  waning, 
As  fast  the  truth  is  gaining  ; 
Though  each  haughty  foe, 
Were  all  in  a  glow, 
We  'd  let  them  all  know, 
Enquiring  we  go, 
With  sweet  music  and  glee,  social  glee, 
To  the  sound  of  the  merry,  merry  horn 


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KO.iV.J  NATIONAL    HYMNS. 

From  east  to  west  we  're  going, 
Simple  \s  the  truth  we  're  showing, 

Spheres  on  spheres  surrounding,  ° 
Mirth  and  joy  abounding, 
In  circles  we  meet, 
Our  friends  we  all  greet, 
And  bigotry  sweep, 
The  earth  and  the  deep, 
With  sweet  music  and  glee,  social  glee, 
To  the  sound  of  the  merry,  merry  horn' 

2       The  priests  are  fUTd  with  wonder. 
All  mute  their  sons  of  thunder  ; 
Though  temples  they  rear, 
No  danger  we  fear  ; 
Our  bark  well  we  steer, 
And  keep  up  good  cheer, 
With  sweet  music  and  glee,  social  glee, 
To  the  sound  of  the  merry,  merry  horn! 
See,  now  our  joy  advances, 
We  '11  join  the  social  dances, 
Horns  and  trumpets  sounding, 
Rocks  and  hills  rebounding,03 
Let  bigotry  blow, 
And  call  us  his  foe  ; 
His  furies  below, 
He  never  can  show  ; 
With  sweet  music  and  glee,  social  glee, 
To  the  sound  of  the  merry,  merry  horn. 

146.— 8  /.   C.  M.LcharUy. 

O  charity!  thou  lovelv  grace, 

All  tender,  soft  and  fund  ; 
A  friend  to  all  the  human  race, 

To  all  that  's  good  and  kind! 
*11 


122  NATIONAL    HYMNS.  [NO.  IV 

The  man  of  charity  extends 

To  all  his  lib'ral  hand  ; 
His  kindred,  neighbors,  foes  and  friends, 

His  pity  may  command. 

2  He  aids  the  poor  in  their  distress — 

He  hears  when  they  complain  ; 
With  tender  heart  delights  to  bless, 

And  lessen  all  their  pain  : 
The  sick,  the  pris'ner,  poor  and  blind, 

And  all  the  sons  of  grief, 
In  him  a  benefactor  find  ; 

He  loves  to  give  relief. 

3  'Tis  love  that  makes  our  friendship  sweet ; 

'Tis  love  that  makes  us  rise  ; 
With  willing  mind  and  ardent  feet, 

To  soothe  and  sympathize. 
Then  let  us  all  in  love  abound, 

And  charity  pursue  ; 
Thus  shall  we  be  with  virtue  crowifd 

And  love  with  feelings  true. 

147. — Praise  Life, 
Praise  life  to  which  all  blessings  flow, 
Praise  life,  all  creatures,  high  and  lo\v« 
Praise  life  alone,  ye  rich  and  poor, 
Praise  life  till  life  shall  be  no  more. 
Hallelujah — Amen. 

143.—  7 's  M. 
1   Praise  to  wisdom's  virtuous  ways, 
For  the  peace  that  crowns  our  days  ; 
Bounteous  source  of  ev'ry  joy, 
Let  thy  praise  our  tongues  employ 


NO.   IV.]  NATIONAL    HYMNS.  123 

2  Praise  the  blessings  of  the  field, 
All  the  stores  the  gardens  yield  ; 
Flocks  that  whiten  all  the  plain, 
Yellow  sheaves  of  ripen'd  grain  : 

3  Nights  that  bring  their  moist'ning  dews, 
Suns  that  genial  warmth  diffuse  ; 

All  the  plenty  summer  pours, 
Autumn's  rich  o'erflowing  stores. 

4  Peace,  prosperity,  and  health, 
Private  bliss  and  public  wealth  • 
Knowledge,  with  its  glad'ning  streams, 
Perfect  friendship's  lovlier  beams. 

149. — Rise  Cynthia* 

Rise,  Cynthia,  rise  ! 

The  ruddy  morn  on  tiptoe  stands 

To  view  thy  beauteous  face. 

Phobous  by  fleeting  coursers  borne, 

Sees  naught  so  fair  in  all  his  race. 

The  circling  hours  that  lag  behind 

Shall  catch  fresh,  beauty  from  thine  eye  ; 

Yet,  ah  !  in  pity  to  mankind, 

Still  wrapt  in  pleasing  visions  lie. 

*  Cynthius  and  Cynthia,  the  surname  of  Apollo  and 
Diana,  is  the  name  of  a  mountain  in  the  centre  of  the 
island  of  Delos,  which  overshadows  the  whole  island,  and 
on  which  Latona  brought  forth  Apollo  and  Diana.  Phca- 
bus  and  Cynthia,  as  well  as  Apollo  and  Diana,  of  the 
Greeks,  were  emblems  of  the  sun  and  moon,  or  rather  the 
sun  and  moon  personified,  the  same  as  Osiris  and  Jsis  of 
the  Egyptians,  or  the  Lamb  of  God  and  the  Bride  of  the 
Lamb's  wife  of  the  gospel.  In  the  language  of  Free  En- 
quirers, Cynthia  may  represent  Reason,  the  handmaid, 
sister,  or  bride  of  Common  Sense. 


124  NATIONAL    HYMNS.  [NO.  IV. 

150. — Song. 

1  See,  brothers,  see  !   how  the  night  comes  on, 
Slowly  sinks  the  setting  sun; 

Hark  !  how  the  ev'ning  vespers  sound, 

Sweetly  fall  upon  the  ear  ! 

Then,  haste,  let  us  work  till  the  day  light  is  o'er, 

And  fold  our  nets  as  we  row  to  the  shore; 

Our  toil  of  labor  being  o'er, 

How  sweet  the  boatman's  welcome  home  ! 

2  See,  how  the  tints  of  day  light  die, 
Soon  we  '11  hear  the  tender  sigli ; 
For  when  the  toil  of  labor  's  o'er, 
We  shall  meet  our  friends  on  shore. 

Then,  haste,  let  us  work  till  the  day  light  is  o'er, 
And  fold  our  nets  as  we  row  to  the  shore; 
For  fame  or  gold,  where'er  we  roam, 
No  sound  so  sweet  as  welcome  home. 

151 . — Fanaticism. 

1   See  the  grave  and  zealous  preacher, 

Stand  before  his  fancied  God  ; 
How  he  swells  in  ev'ry  feature, 

Strikes  a  terror  with  his  nod  ; 
Heaves  his  breast,  with  hands  imploring, 

Supplicates  he  knows  not  what  ; 
Fancied  Image  is  adoring — 

Sense  and  reason  he  has  not. 

c2  Now  he  soars  to  lofty  heavens, 

Where  is  naught  but  perfect  bliss  ; 
Now  descends  to  lower  regions, 

Where  the  devils  grin  and  hiss  ; 
Frightened  mortals  gaze  and  wonder, 

Look  aghast  as  in  amaze  ; 
While  the  speaker's  voice  like  thunder, 

Sets  their  hearts  all  in  a  blaze. 


no.  iv.]  national   hymns,  125 

3  Who n  will  man  adhere  to  nature, 

Listen  to  her  cheering  voice  ; 
No  more  hour  a  proud  dictator, 

Reason  make  their  only  choice  I 
Then  will  wisdom  grace  each  meeting, 

Reason  dwell  with  common  sense  , 
Hearts  and  hands  each  other  greeting, 

Happiness  their  recompense. 

152. — Snatch  fleeting  Pleasures. 

1  Sxatch  fleeting  pleasures — 
Hence  moping  isksome  care  ; 
Gather  life's  roses 

While  fresh  and  fair, 
With  ceaseless  care  we  court  our  harms, 
In  quest  of  care  we  rove  the  mead  ; 
And  slight  the  violet's  modest  charms, 
That  bloom  beneath  our  tread. 

Snatch  fleeting  pleasures,  &c. 

2  What  tho'  at  noon  the  tempest  low'r, 
And  round  the  forked  lightnings  play  , 
Ere  long  the  stormy  blast  is  o'er, 
And  gladsome  smiles  the  day. 

Snatch  fleeting  pleasures,  kc. 

8  The  breast  that  envy  ne'er  alarms, 
Seeks  pure  delight  in  calm  retreat  ; 
And  all  alive  to  nature's  charms, 
Meet  bliss  that  flies  the  great. 

Snatch  fleeting  pleasures,  he. 

4  Who  courts  fair  truth  with  vow  sincere, 
Nor  checks   compassion's  gen'rous  sigh  ; 
His  home  contentment's  smile  shall  cheer, 
Blest  smile  no  wealth  can  buy. 

Snatch  fleeting  pleasures,  See. 


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5  Whene'er  extended  gloom  prevails, 
And  sorrow  prompts  the  parting  tear  ; 
Kind  friendship's  smiles  the  cloud  dispels, 
And  softens  ev'ry  care, 

Snatch  fleeting  pleasures,  &,c. 

6  For  friendship  stills  affliction's  sigh, 
And  smooths  misfortune's  rugged  way  ; 
To  twilight  turns  the  darksome  sky, 
And  twilight  into  day. 

Snatch  fleeting  pleasures,  Stc. 

7  Hail  sacred  friendship,  magic  power, 
To  thee  the  daily  vow  shall  rise, 

So  blithe  shall  guide  each  fleeting  hour, 
We  spend  in  social  joys. 

Snatch  fleeting  pleasures,  &c. 

153.— 10's  M. 

1  Softly  the  moonlight  is  shed  on  the  lake; 
Cool  is  the  summer  night,  wake,  O  awake; 
Faintly  the  music  is  heard  from  afar, 
Faintly  the  music  is  heard  from  afar, 
List,  list,  O  list,  to  the  lively  guitar. 

2  See  the  light  Pinnace  draws  nigh  to  the  shore, 
Swiftly  it  glides  at  the  heave  of  the  oar, 
Cheerily  it  plays  on  its  buoyant  car, 
Cheerily  it  plays  on  its  buoyant  car, 

List,  list,  O  list,  to  the  lively  guitar. 

154, — Sons  of  Freedom. 
Sons  of  freedom,  gather  round  us, 
Bring  the  cymbal,  bring  the  harp  ; 
High  in  glory,  lo  !  exalted, 
See  the  stars  of  liberty. 
Sons  of  freedom  gather  round  us, 
Sound  the  lute  and  strike  the  harp. 


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1,3.5.  —  L.  M._ Ode  on  Science. 

1    The  morning  sun  shines  from  the  east 

And  spreads  his  glories  to  the  west  ; 

All  nations  with  his  beams  are  blest' 

Where'er  the  radiant  light  appears/ 

2  So  science  spreads  her  lucid  ray, 
O'er  lands  which  long  in  darkness  lay  : 
bhe  visits  fair  Columbia, 

And  sets  her  sons  among  the  stars. 

3  Fair  freedom  her  attendant  waits, 
To  bless  the  portals  of  her  crates  ' 

To  crown  the  young  and  rising  states, 
W  ith  laurels  of  immortal  day. 

4  Th'  oppressor's  yoke,  the  iron  chain, 
Was  urg  d  upon  our  necks  in  vain 
All  haughty  tyrants  we  disdain, 
And  shout,  long  live  America. 

156.— Air—  "JliM  Lang  Syne."     > 
Fair  Freedom's  Home. 
1   There  is  a  dear  beloved  spot, 
That  's  always  near  the  heart, 
Which  time  and  space  can  never  blot 

From  mem'ry's  living  chart  ; 
'Tis  home— our  native  home,  so  sweet 

Our  first,  last  wish  is  home  ; 
Where  youth  and  age  together  meet, 
lis  home,  fair  freedom's  home. 
2  When  first  we  saw  life's  morning  sun, 
In  cloudless  prospect  rise  ; 
When  first  our  hopes  of  bliss  begun, 
In  friendship's  tender  ties  : 


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'Tis  home — our  native  home,  so  sweet, 
And  still  we  bless  that  home  ; 

Where  youth  and  age  together  meet, 
'Tis  home,  beloved  home. 

3  Here  liberty  and  virtue  meet, 

And  tyrants  dare  not  come  ; 
Be  this  our  first,  our  last  retreat, 

Our  Children's  native  home. 
'Tis  home,  their  native  home,  so  sweet, 

Our  chosen,  happy  home  ; 
Thus  may  we  ever  freely  meet, 

And  bless  fair  freedom's  home. 

4  Then  wheresoe'er  through  life  we  roam, 

O'er  mountain,  wild  or  wave  ; 
The  smiles  of  home,  fair  freedom's  home, 

Shall  light  us  to  the  grave  : 
'Tis  home,  our  chosen  home,  so  sweet, 

Fair  freedom's  only  home  ; 
Where  friends  and  kindred  freely  meet, 

That  spot  alone  is  home. 

157.— IPs  M.* 

The  last   Rose   of  Summer. 

1  'Tis  the  last  rose  of  summer,  left  blooming  alone, 
All  her  lovely  companions  are  faded  and  gone; 
So  no  flow'r  of  her  kindred,  no  rose-bud  is  nigh, 
To  reflect  back  her  blushes,  or  give  sigh  for  sigh 

2  I  '11  not  leave  thee,  thou  lone  one,  to   pine  on   the  stem, 
Since  the  lovely  are  sleeping,  go,  sleep  thou  with  them; 
So  thus  kindly  1  scatter  thy  leaves  o'er  thy  bed, 
Where  thy  mates  of  the  garden  lie  scentless  and  dead. 


*  By  tinging  the  two  first  syllables  in  each  line  on  the  first  note,  in  'he 
music,  this  will  ^o  in  i  1  's  M.  equally  as  well. 


NO.  IV.  J  NATIONAL    HYMNS.  129 

3  So  then  soon  may  I  follow,  when  friendships  decay, 
And  from  love's  shining  circle,  the  gems  drop  away; 
When  such  true  hearts  lie  withered,  and  fond  ones  are 

flown, 
Oh  !  then  who  would  inhabit  this  bleak  world  alone. 

158.— Time. 

1  There  is,  we  read,  a  time  for  pain, 

Likewise  a  time  for  joy  ; 
And  all  the  pleasures  man  can  claim, 
Old  time  will  soon  destroy. 

2  Destruction  daily  we  behold 

Of  all  our  present  bliss, 
Then  since  in  truth  these  things  are  told, 
We  may  the  ills  dismiss. 

3  To  happiness  the  road  is  plain, 

For  virtue  marks  the  way  ; 
But  Reason  will  from  vice  refrain, 
And  falsehood  leads  astray. 

4  For  Christian  faith,  or  want  of  faith, 

No  person  is  to  blame  ; 
Faith  stands  on  proof,  as  reason  saith, 
And  truth  declares  the  same. 

5  When  dreams  and  signs,  by  man  surmis'd, 

Mere  phantoms  of  the  mind, 
For  truth  and  solid  sense  are  priz'd, 
I  think  mankind  are  blind. 

6  Fools  may  have  faith,  when  reason  fails, 

But  truth  will  never  shine, 
Where  ancient  Jewish  bible  tales. 
Can  pass  for  news  divine. 
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130  NATIONAL    HYMNS.  [nt0.  IV. 

159. — Land  of  Liberty. 

1  To  liberty's   enrapture!  siirlit, 

When  first  Columbia's  region  shone  ; 
She  hail'd  it  from  her  starry  height, 

And  smiling  elaim'd  it  as  her  own. 
"  Fair  land,"  the  goddess  cried,  "  be  free  ! 

"Soil  of  my  choice,  to  fame  arise  !" 
She  spoke,  and  straight  did  mirth  and  glee 
Swell  the  loud  chorus  to  the  skies. 
All  hail  forever  great  and  free  ! 
Columbia,  land  of  liberty  ! 

2  Columbia's  genius  heard  the  strain, 

And  proudly  raised  her  drooping  crest  ; 
His  sons  impatient  fill 'd  the  plain, 

When  panted  high  each  patriot's  breast, 
Their  fetters  they  indignant  spurn 'd, 

They  wav'd  their  falch'ons  high  in  air; 
And  where  the  goddess'  altar  burn'd, 
The  warriors  breath'd  their  silent  prayer. 
To  die  be  ours,  if  thou  art  free, 
Columbia,  land  of  liberty  ! 

3  War  blew  her  clarion  loud  and  long, 

Oppression  led  her  legions  on; 
To  battle  rul'd  the  patriot  throng, 

And  soon  the  glorious  day  was  won. 
Each  bleeding  freeman  smil'd  in  death, 

Flying  he  saw  his  country's  foes, 
And  wafted  by  his  latest  breath, 

To  peace  the  cheerful  paean   rose — 
Content  I  die,  for  thou  art  free, 
Columbia,  land  of  liberty  ! 


NO.  IV.]  NATIONAL    IIVMXS.  Hi 

4   And  shall  we  ever  dim  those  fires  ? 

That  flame  on  freedom's  kindred  shines; 

Shall  glory's  children  shame  their   .ires, 
Or  cowards  spring  from  heroes'  loins  ? 
No — by  the  blood  of  fathers  shed, 

O  freedom  !   in  thy  sacred  cause, 
When,  streaming  from  the  martyr'd  dead, 
It  seal'd  and  ratifi'd  thy  laws — 

We  swear  to  keep  thee  great  and  free, 
Columbia,  land  of  liberty  ! 

149.— 8,  8,  6.  M.— Music. 

1  To  music  be  the  verse  addrest  ; 
To  music,  soft'ner  of  the  mind, 

And  what  from  woe  relieves  ; 
'Tis  music  like  the  Syren's  charms, 
With  tend'rest  love  the  bosom  warms  ; 

But  not  like  them  deceives. 

2  'Tis  this  the  human  heart  inspires, 
With  tender  feelings,  pure  desires, 

And  pleases  ev'ry  ear  ; 
'Twas  practis'd  in  the  courts  of  Jove, 
And  giv'n  by  nature's  purest  love 

To  man,  to  banish  care. 

3  Yet  not  to  man  alone  belongs 

This  noblest,  choicest  gift  of  songs  ; 

'Tis  taught  the  feather'd  choir  : 
The  feather'd  choir,  in  native  skill, 
Replete  their  notes  with  music  fills  ; 

Their  music  rills  the  air. 

4  When  smiling  spring  with  fragrant  gales, 
Perfumes  the  woodlands,  hills  and  dales  ; 


132  NATIONAL    HYMNS.  [no.  IV. 

When  nature's  charms  adorn, 
With  livel'est  colors,  genile  May  ; 
'Tis  then  the  sky-lark  tunes  her  lay, 

And  ushers  in  the  morn. 

5  Though  not  a  fragrant  gale  that  blows, 
Nor  all  the  beauties  May  bestows, 

With  music  can  compare  ; 
Yet  when  together  these  combine, 
They  form  around  a  scene  sublime, 

A  scene  sublimely  fair. 

6  JTis  this  inspires  to  noble  deeds  : 
Urged  on  by  this,  the  hero  bleeds, 

Nor  thinks  his  lot  severe. 
It  calms  our  fears  in  war's  alarms, 
And  adds  to  gentler  peace  new  charms, 

Music  all  hearts  can  cheer. 

160.— Liberty. 

1  We  have  broken  the  chain  that  once  bound  us, 
We  are  free,  we  are  free,  we  are  free 

As  the  wind  on  the  mountains  around  us, 
As  the  wave  of  the  green  rolling  sea. 
Let  us,  freemen,  remember  the  glory 
Of  the  vict'ry  o'er  error  we'  ve  won; 
Mighty  reason,  resplendent  in  .story, 
Then  shall  live  as  the  life-giving  sun.  R. 

Strike  the  cords  and  raise  the  chorus, 

Strike  for  freedom,  loudly  swell  ; 

Raise  the  land  from  error's  spell, 

Ere  the  chain  of  the  slave  shall  be  o'er  ite , 

Superstition  and  priestcraft,  farewell. 

2  O'er  the  land  superstition  is  sweeping, 
Far  away,  for  away,  far  away  ; 

While  old  witchcraft  in  silence  is  sleeping, 
As  she  did  ere  the  dawn  of  the  day. 


NO.    IV.]  NATIONAL    HYMNS.  1  33 

But  our  banners  in  splendor  are  flying, 
Ev'ry  star  is  the  boast  of  the  free ; 
And  our  brave  ones  will  shout  e'en  when  dying, 
Oh  our  land  !  oh  our  land  !  unto  thee  !    R. 
Strike  the  cords,  &c. 

3  Shout  aloud  !  fair  America's  glory, 
(Loud  huzza  !  loud  huzza  !  loud  huzza  !) 
Shall  yet  live  all  resplendent  in  story, 
High  enthron'd  on  fair  liberty's  car; 
While  the  name  of  Columbus  still  ringing, 
Shall  be  heard  in  the  field  we  have  won  ; 
Mental  freedom,  while  millions  are  singing, 
Shall  exist  as  the  life-giving  sun.    R. 
Strike  the  cords,  &c. 

161. —  The  Charms  of  Nature. 

1  Wilt  thou  tempt  the  wave  with  me 
When  the  moon  is  high  and  bright, 
And  the  ocean  seems  to  be 

A  pillow  for  her  light  ? 

2  I  will  tempt  the  wave  with  thee, 
When  the  moon  is  high  and  bright, 
And  the  ocean  seems  to  be 

A  pillow  for  her  light. 

3  Stars  shall  shine  above  us  cheerily, 

As  we  glide  along  ; 
And  the  rippling  waters  echo  merrily 
To  our  evening  song. 

4  Now  we'll  sing  the  song  and  glee, 
While  we  glide  so  merrily; 
Nature  now  thy  charms  we  see, 
Sublime  in  majesty. 

5  Stars  now  shine  above  us  cheerily, 

As  we  glide  along ; 
And  the  rippling  waters  echo  merrily 
To  our  evening  boii&. 
12* 


134  NATIONAL    HYMNS.  [xo.  IV 

162. — C.    M . — Death,  what  art  thou? 

1  What  art  thou    Death,  that  I  should  fear 

The  shadow  of  a  shade  ? 

What  's  in  thy  name  that  meets  the  ear, 
Of  which  to  he  afraid  ? 

2  Thou  art  not  care,  thou  art  not  pain, 

But  thou  art  rest  and  peace  ; 
'Tis  thou  canst  make  our  terrors  vain, 
And  hid  our  torments  cease. 

3  Thy  hand  can  draw  the  rankling  thorn 

From  out  the  wounded  breast  ; 
Thy  curtain  serenes  the  wretch  forlorn, 
Thy  pallet  brings  him  rest. 

4  Misfortune's  stings,  affection's  throes, 

Detraction's  poisonous  breath  ; 
The  world  itself,  and  all  its  woes, 
Are  swallowed  up  in  Death. 

5  Then  let  us  pass  our  lives  in  peace, 

The  little  time  we  stay  ; 
Nor  let  our  acts  of  friendship  cease, 
Till  life  shall  fade  away. 

163.—  8/.   C.  M.— Freedom's   Star. 

1    When  rolling  orbs  from  nature  sprung, 

And  earthly  forms  were  dress'd  ; 
One  sparkling  star  majestic  hung, 

Bright  beaming  from  the  west. 
Admiring  millions  view  the  sight, 

And  hail  it  from  afar  ; 
Enraptur'd  bless  its  charming  light, 

They  call  it  freed  nil's 


NO.  IV.  J  N  \Tl<>\  AI.    Ill  ~  135 

2  Beneath  its  influence  deserts  wild, 

Are  deck'd  in  virgin  bloom, 

It  makes  the  wintry  tempest  mild, 
Deep  forests  cease  to  gloom  ; 

And  man  erect,  with  eye  of  fire, 
Th'  oppressor's  threat  can  dare, 

May  still  to  dignity  aspire, 
And  bless  his  freedom's  star. 

3  It  can  a  brighter  mantling  glow, 

O'er  blushing  beauty  shed 

A  smile  of  beauteous  radiance  throw, 

A  halo  round  her  head  ; 
The  warrior  rouse  through  tented  field, 

To  drive  the  rapid  car  ; 
Whilst  tyrants,  pale  and  trembling,  yield, 

To  freedom's  blazing  star. 

4  Then  sweep,  ye  bards,  the  sounding  lyre, 

In  animating  strain  ; 
Sages,  consume,  with  pens  of  fire, 

The  fell  oppressor's  chain  : 
On  to  the  field,  ye  brave  and  free, 

Nor  dread  the  storm  of  war  ; 
Your  guide  to  victory  shall  be, 

Dear  freedom's  blazing  star. 

164. — Air —  "  Scots  whahac," 
Ode — On  the  Progress  of  Reason 
2  Where  oppression's  iron  hand, 
Rose  upon  a  blighted  land, 
Arms  to  weaken — hearts  to  brand, 

Peace  and  joy  shall  reign  ! 
On  the  pinions  of  the  sun, 
Reason's  welcome  tidings  run — 
Superstition's  reign  is  done — 

Man  is  fn  e  again  ! 


136  NATIONAL    HYMNS.  [i\0.  IV 

2  As  the  storm  rob'd  icebergs  frown, 
Where  the  northern  sun  goes  down, 
So  in  icy  robe  and  crown, 

Sitteth  Bigotry  ! 
Like  the  owl,  at  morning  blind, 
Hater  of  the  noble  mind, 
Tyrant,  who  would  chain  the  wind, 

Morning  dawns  on  thee  ! 

3  Hide  thee  with  thy  raven  hair 
From  the  flashing  golden  air, 
Seek  again  thy  smoky  lair, 

Where  thy  victims  lie  ! 
Church  and  steeple,  crown  and  throne, 
Shall  no  more  on  earth  be  known, 
Millions  who  in  dungeons  groan 

Shall  find  liberty  ! 

4  Priests  of  ev'ry  age  and  clime — 
Licensed  panders — grey  in  crime — 
All  shall  feel  the  scourge  of  time, 

All  shall  fail  their  arts  ! 
Welcome  Reason  !  sun  divine  ! 
Manifold  thy  glories  shine — 
We  will  worship  thee  and  thine, 

Till  our  breath  departs  ! 

165. — Life  is  not  vain. 

1  Why  should  we  say  that  life  is  vain, 

Its  joys  delusive  all  ; 
That  sorrow,  misery,  and  pain, 
Turn  all  our  sweets  to  gall  ? 

2  That  hope  is  a  delusive  theme 

To  cheat  the  minds  of  men  ; 
That  happiness  is  but  a  dream, 
Beyond  our  mortal,  ken  .; 


NO.  IV.]  NATIONAL    HYMNS.  137 

3  Wo  never,  never,  could  believe, 

(Though  taught  from  curliest  years  ; 
And  though  Religion  sanction 'd  it, 
Augmenting  thus  our  fears  !) 

4  This  world  to  be  but  one  sad  scene, 

Of  misery  and  care — 
We've  seen  the  home  of  innocence, 
There  was  no  sorrow  there. 

5  We've  seen  the  hand  of  charity, 

Extended  to  the  poor  ; 
And  the  sweet  tear  of  pity  flow, 
Because  it  was  no  more. 

6  We've  seen  the  mother's  earnest  gaze, 

Fix'd  on  her  lovely  child  ; 
And  O  !  our  hearts  have  bow'd  before 
That  look,  so  pure  and  mild. 

7  We  've  seen,  but  why  enumerate  ? 

There  's  much  from  which  to  prove  ; 
This  world  to  be  a  world  of  joy, 
Of  charity  and  love. 

8  Let  others  fancy  worlds  above, 

Where  myst'ries  are  unfurl 'd  ; 
Enough  is  here  for  us  to  love — 
We  need  no  other  world  ! 

166.— ODE. 

1  Ye  sons  of  Columbia,  O  hail  the  great  day, 

Which  burst  your  tyrannical  chains, 
Which  taught  the  oppressed  how  to  spurn  lawless  sway, 

And  establish'd  equality's  reign. 
Yes,  hail  the  bless'd  moment  when  awfully  grand 

Your  Congress  prooonne'd  the  decree, 
Which  told  the  wide  world  "that  your  pine  cover'd  land 

In  spite  of  coercion  was  free. 


138  NATIONAL    HYMNS.  [NO.    IV. 

2  Those  worth!*  s  \»  ho  fell  in  the  heart-cheering  cause, 

To  the  true  Boas  of  freedom  are  dear; 
Their  deeds  the  unborn  shall  rehearse  with  applause, 

And  bedew  their  cold  tomb  *ith  a  tear. 
O  cherish  their  names,  lot  their  daring  exploits, 

And  their  virtues  be  spread  far  and  wide ; 
And  if  fierce  ey'd  ambition  encroach  on  our  rights, 

Again  shall  her  schemes  be  destroyed. 

3  Should  men  who  have  felt  the  oppressor's  hard  hand, 

Who  for  freedom  all  perils  did  brave. 
Be  still  while  one  foot  of  America's  land 

Is  disgrae'd  by  the  toil  of  a  slave  ? 
Awake  then  to  justice,  to  righteousness  too, 

And  pronounce  this  immortal  decree  : 
That  "man  is  but  man,  and  whatever  his  hue, 

He  is  man,  and  should  therefore  be  free  !  " 

167. — Air — "Adams  and  Liberty." 
Extracted  from  a  Patriotic  Song,  by  Thomas  Paine. 

1  Ye  sons  of  Columbia  who  bravely  have  fought, 

For  those  rights  which  unstain'd  from  your  sires  had 

descended ; 
May  you  long  taste  the  blessings  your  valor  has  bought, 
And   your    sons    reap    the    soil    which    your    fathers 
defended. 
Mid  the  reign  of  mild  peace, 
May  your  nation  increase, 
With  the  glory  of  Home  and  the  wisdom  of  Greece; 
And  ne'er  shall  the  sons  of  Columbia  be  slaves, 
While  the  earth  bears  a  plant  or  the  sea  rolls  its  waves. 

2  'TVs  the  fire  of  the  flint  each  American  warms, 

Let  the  world's  haughty  victors  beware  of  collision ! 
Let  them  bring  all  the  vassals  of  Europe  in  arms, 
We  're  a  world  by  ourselves,  and  disdain  a  division, 
While  with  patriot  pride, 
To  good  laws  we  're  alli'd, 
No  foe  can  subdue  us — no  faction  divide, 
For  ne'er  shall  the  sons  of  Columbia  be  slaves, 
While  the  earth  bears  a  plant  or  the  sea  rolls  its  waves. 

3  Our  mountains  arc  crown'd  with  imperial  oak, 
Whose  roots,  like  her  liberties,  aures  have  nourished; 
Rut  long  ere  our  nation  submit  to  the  yoke, 

2sot  a  tree  shall  be  left  on  the  field  where  it  flourished. 


NO.  IV  J  NATIONAL    HYMNS.  139 

Should  invasion  impend, 
Ev'ry  grove  would  descend, 
From  the  hill -tops  ihey  shaded,  our  shores  to  defend, 
For  ne'er  shall  ihe  sons,  &e. 

4  Let  fame  to  the  world  sound  .America's  voice. 

IVo  intrigue  can  her  sons  from  their  government  sever; 
Our  pride  is  our  country — her  laws  are  our  choice, 
And  shall  flourish  till  liberty  slumbers  forever. 
Then  unite  heart  and  hand, 
Like  Leonid;. s's  b;ind. 
And  swear  by  the  pow'ra  of  the  ocean  and  land, 
That  ne'er  shall  the  sons,  &c. 

168. — Air — i(  Marseilles  Hymn" 

1  Ye  sons  of  Freedom  wake  to  glory, 
Hark  !  hark  what  myriads  bid  you  rise  ! 
Your  children,  wives,  and  grandsires  hoary; 
Behold  their  tears  and  hear  their  cries.  R. 
Shall  hateful  tyrants,  mischief  breeding, 
With  hiding  host,  a  ruffian  band, 
Affright  and  desolate  the  land, 

While  peace  and  liberty  lie  bleeding? 
To  arms,  to  arms,  ye  brave, 
Th'  avenging  sword  unsheath  ; 

March  on,  march  on,  all  hearts  resolv'd 
On  liberty  or  death. 

2  O  Liberty  !   can  man  resign  thee, 
Once  having  felt  thy  gen'rous  flame  ? 
Can  dungeons,  bolts,  and  bars  confine  theo 
Or  whips  thy  noble  spirit  tame  ?   R. 

Too  long  the  world  has  wept  bewailing, 
That  falsehood's  dagger  tyrants  yield  ; 
But  freedom  is  our  sword  and  shield, 
And  all  their  arts  are  unavailing, 
To  arms,  to  arms,  Slc. 


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169. — Air. — Jessie  of  Dunblane, 

1  Yes  !  dear  to  this  heart  are  the  scenes  of  my  childhood, 
When  fond  recollection  recalls  them  to  view- — 

The  orchard,  the  meadow,  the  deep  tangled  wild  wood, 

And  ev'ry  loved  spot  which  my  infancy  knew; 

The  wide-spreading  pond,  and  the  mill  which  stood  by  it 

The  bridge,  and  the  rock  where  the  cataract  fell, 

The  cot  of  my  father,  the  dairy-house  nigh  it, 

And  e'en  the  rude  bucket  which  hung  in  the  well. 

The  old  oaken  bucket,  the  iron  bound  bucket 

The  moss-covered  buckot,  which  hung  in  the  well  ! 

2  That  moss-covered  vessel  I  hail  as  a  treasure, 
For  often  at  noon  when  return'd  from  the  field, 
I  found  it  the  source  of  an  exquisite  pleasure;; 
The  purest  and  sweetest  that  nature  can  yield. 

How  ardent  I  seiz'd  it,  with  hands  that  were  glowing, 
And  quick  to  the  white-pebbled  bottom  it  fell, 
Then  soon,  with  the  emblem  of  truth  over  Mo  wing, 
And  dripping  with  coolness,  it  rose  from  the  well. 
The  old  oaken  bucket — the  iron-bound  bucket, 
The  moss-covered  bucket  arose  from  the  well. 

3  How  sweet  from  the  green  mossy  brim  to  receive  it, 
As  pois'd  on  the  curb,  it  inclin'd  to  my  lips; 

Not  a  full  blushing  goblet  could  tempt  me  to  leave  it 
Though  fill'd  with  the  nectar  that  Jupiter  sips. 
And  now,  far  remov'd,  from  the  lov'd  situation, 
The  tear  of  regret  will  intrusively  swell, 
As  fancy  reverts  to  my  father's  plantation, 
And  sighs  for  the  bucket  which  hangs  in  his  well. 
The  old  oaken  bucket — the  iron-bound  bucket, 
The  moss-covered  bucket  which  hangs  in  his  well. 


END    OF    NUMBER    FOUR. 

[For  Ike  Doxologies,  see  page  101,  at  the  end 
of  JYo.  Ill] 


